And I don’t wanna say that my world went and whirled-ed
Or I hurled up the papers I thought were my job
and all that I worked for seemed homeless and bunk

I don’t wanna say that she’s rare as a mystic set
watercrest opal twilight autumn-dressed goddess-blessing
pressed upon my heart caressing every part she’s still undressing
Shining in my arms~*

And I don’t wanna say
That somewhere… there might be a way
To love and still be free

It seems like my doors have all been unlocked…
So why does she feel like a key?