You don't know my story. You don't know about the first woman To take my heart. The woman who Bewitched Teased Humiliated And fascinated me. By the end of my tale, you'll know The real Dante Sinclair, The man behind the myth. You'll know who my heart belongs to And why I can never give up What I am. The fixer could be fixed BUT To fix me or her . . . ? That is the question.