Pedalling throughnThe dark currentsnI findnAn accurate copynA blueprintnOf the pleasurenIn mennSwirling black lilies totally ripenA secret code carvednSwirling black lilies totally ripenA secret code carvednnHe offersnA handshakenCrookednFive fingersnThey form a patternnYet to be matchednnOn the surface simplicitynBut the darkest pit in menIt's pagan poetrynPagan poetrynnMorsecoding signals (signals)nThey pulsate (wake me up) and wake me upn(pulsate) from my hibernatingnnOn the surface simplicitynSwirling black lilies totally ripenBut the darkest pit in menIt's pagan poetrynSwirling black lilies totally ripenPagan poetrynnSwirling black lilies totally ripen....nnI love him, I love himnI love him, I love himnI love him, I love himnI love him, I love himnShe loves him, she loves himnnThis timenShe loves him, she loves himnI'm gonna keep it to myselfnShe loves him, she loves himnShe loves him, she loves himnThis timenI'm gonna keep me all to myselfnShe loves him, she loves himnAnd he makes me want to hand myself overnShe loves him, she loves himnShe loves him, she loves himnAnd he makes me want to hand myself over