I want obedience With deep brown eyes, Half my age And a third my size, Slim when thirty And still good looking, Fraigrant rice, Stir-fry cooking, I want what The West can't provide, I'm in love with my dad's Teenage, Thai bride.
I try to grasp. It slips away I give up it wrath It's back to stay
So it seems that I only dream The more I let go the easier it becomes I shed my skin a snake I go for a swim in a lake of gold What are these feelings I cant shake Are these lies I have been told? I am tender, I want to awake In this life I have always been old So I let my heart of hearts unfold
Things can be to illusive to explain properly, so we are forced to use pose and metaphor.