Daphne and Apollo

Venus loved Daphne and so did Apollo

So why can't I make myself like a tree?

Why must I burn daily and nightly

When nobody's running - well not after me

Must I wait, must I pray:

Something good to come my way?

Oh Daphne was stupid! Oh, how could she do it?

How could she turn her prince from her door?

'Cause if you came calling, boy I'd let you in

But you don't come calling, no not anymore

So I wait, and I grow old

When I'm dead, then you'll know

Do you know?

You know