It all boils down to this.
My metal legs could squeak.
I tell you my secret, so you know.
I don't know if you can take it.
You are no me (we already have enough
with an amoeba here)
But you like me,
strangely...

We might try, we might try, we might try,
but I might get undressed and you might get scared.
Or simply repelled...