I was taught that I ought 
not expose my inner senses. 
Had no plan for man; 
I was full of self-defences. 
Now I feel that I really 
should face the consequences. 
My philosophic search 
has left me in the lurch. 
I must find why my mind 
is behaving like a dancer. 
What's the clue to pursue? 
For I have to have the answer. 
I could cry 
salty tears. 
Where have I been 
all these years? 
Is it fun? 
Or should [bad word]  
How long has this been going on? 
There were chills 
up my spine, 
And some thrills 
I can't define. 
Does it show? 
And who would know? 
How long has this been going on? 
Oh, I feel 
like I could melt. 
Into heaven I'm hurled. 
I know how Columbus felt 
finding another world. 
Can I [bad word] how I feel? 
Is this my Achilles heel? 
Look at me: 
I'm all at sea. 
How long has this been going on? 
This is grand! 
This is great! 
I'm in such a 
lovely state!
Can one kiss do 
all of this?