Diotima's Raggedytime Rag

Don't hurl yo Husserl at me, baby
Don't gimme your phenomenology
I just want yo love and understandin
and I will love you existentially

Stop whinin bout them Cartesian fuckheads
Start actin like yo my lovin fool
I don't need no Nietzschean preachin
mo lovin and less squawkin is my philosophical school

My mind is floatin up over the chatter
On my lips the Lord's Holy Word
My heart is His but I know I could love you
if my lips could get closer to yours