I have no other model but myself to playnI'm a man from birth, you won't turn me awaynWhen I'm with you why do I feel this way?nYou drive me wild and we mix the dark passionsnHow can the labouring man find time for self-culture?nnWhat shall we call our game?nIt needs a charming namenIndustry and spiritnWe'll go off if we get near itnThese people need time offnI thought readers like to looknTearing pages from the booknAnd we mix the dark passionsnHow can the labouring man find time for self-culture?nI think it's important that you spend some timenMake it in your primennSomething's come up, I hope I'm not too latenYou see I'm feeling like a heronBut I'm not so greatnI've tried writing it downnWalking it off, shouting it outnWhat am I talking about?nAnd we mix the dark passionsnHow can the labouring man find time for self-culture?nI think it's important that you spend some timenMake it in your primennOh goddess of the night, am I wrong or am I right?nIs the rhythm of your heart tearing you apart?nYou can watch me as I slipnYou can watch me as I slidenBut the rhythm of my heart makes me want to hidenHow can the labouring man find time for self-culture