That’s how it is these days
It used to be the idealism of great sex
Now it’s mind play and where it fits in the brain jar
I was never easy to understand
There are always things I want to say
But if I go there, I’ll be asked to explain
Defining it is like trying to grab a blob of mercury
You know where that goes
So let’s leave it all up in the air
It sits like you looking pretty
I still have plenty of mojo
Like a complex whiskey, neat, water if you must