Desire, desire, desire
It moves in me, and it moves me
Strip away all my ideas about myself
and what I want and need,
and it's still there, just as it's always been there
from the first time I sucked my momma's breast
to the last time I sucked my lover's
So if there's something in me that's bad,
to stop, to get out,
it must not be my desire
but something that keeps it from being free