She walks a straight line heading south
She holds my secret in her mouth
I can't understand her
What she tells me anyway

Could stop to ask her what she wants
But couldn't stop the dreming long enough
Counting backwards from infinity
I've only got three things to say

I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

She'd pretend that she was happy
Just to get me off her back
She'd walk away from romance
With her innocence intact

She says she knows how much it matters
She says she knows how much I care
But the circumstances between us
Will never change the fact that

I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

-- The Curtain Society, "I Refuse" (Circa May, 1989) --