you know the danger, you know the risk
when sitting on our spinning disk 
you know where to safely lie
so into the abyss you don't fly
but it seems you need that rush
as closer to the edge you push

you love to feel the searing heat
bringing warmth to ice cold feet
is it madness or an abject desire
that pulls you into the burning fire
do you really think that you can tame
this wild and exotic dancing flame

must be why, when given to choose
between safety and everything to lose
the former you want around to befriend
yet at the latter your love you'll send
and when once more your fingers burn
to that nice friend you will turn

one remains and your hungry mouth feeds
the other off doing some heroic deeds
not for him toiling in midday sun
after all, slaying dragons must be done
for which of these do you women shout
the good honest simple man? I doubt.