And sex is very personal
I find myself dreaming about it a lot,
Yet I am a celibate woman
And I am very proud of my stance...
What eager rose falls from the Garden of Eden?
I find myself alarmed
And all of the sexual tension rises to the surface
How forbidden is the ceiling that rocks?
For there is a shaking in the earth
That feels sacred,
I am celibate and I am me
For the sun doesn\'t shine without thunder
And thunder rocks the earth real hard...
How forbidden is the rose that feels?