They say my heart is ancient Troy,
And sometimes the men come marching in with swords.
Sometimes the men come in through a Trojan’s horse.
Sometimes they jump in head first.
Sometimes they drown and never surface.
Sometimes they run and never look back.
You’re not the one if you quicken my heart beats.
You’re not the one if my hair stands on end.
You’re not if your door is half open.
I am not the one if I don’t make you sweat.
I am the reason Athena started war.
Didn’t you see Apollo standing at my door?
I don’t deserve to be weakened by you.