What is a body
That you want.
Is it a vessel
And you want to sail.
What is sailing
And I say
It is just living
Morning and evening.
And I am going
With you, O my dear
Just show me the door
That I want to go and go.
I want to go
With this body
And the body is yours
And I am not a whore.
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