Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreamsnFor what it's worthnJasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreamsnFor what it's worthnnVolatile she wants your fearnShe's old, old before her yearsnnJasmine's taste conspires to dignify her harmful waysnFor what that's worthnJasmine's taste backfires if you refuse to play those gamesnFor all they're worthnnInsecure she feeds her thoughts and needsnWith images and dreamsnnTake me upnTake me up to your heavennAnd shower me with your lightnTake me downnTake me down to your tormentnUncover me with your firennJasmine's taste can stretch beyond the depths of your desirenTo your dismaynJasmine's taste delights in all the intricate designsnof disarraynnTake me upnTake me up to your heavennAnd shower me with your lightnTake me downnTake me down to your tormentnUncover me with your firennTime will only push her strengthsnTo extraordinary lengthsnShe''ll trade secure for miserynAnd innocence for ecstasynShe sees herself and criesnnTake me upnTake me up to your heavennAnd shower me with your lightnTake me downnTake me down to your tormentnUncover me with your fire