Mulla oli jumppamaikka joka suuteli kuin raketti
I had a softball coach who kissed like a rocket
She had to leave town 'cause she was actively recruiting
She held me down with one hand and taught me the "L" word
This is my body, my blood, my flesh Made word
Felt my heart breaking between my legs
Soft and firm, dark and wet
Pounding, pounding, thought it might slip out
Blood rushing downward to my head
Nous étions deux amis nous deux
Hän piti mua aloillani yhdellä kädellä
Ja toisell opetti mulle L-wordin
This my body, my blood
my flesh made word
Reach into my mouth - Take my breath
Reach into my eyes - Breathe the light
Reach between my thighs - Feel my pulse
Re-name me /// Rewrite my memory
*** NOTES *** Craig Flanagin: It's that naming thing again. You wouldn't call int "coming out to yourself" exactly, but it's the gradual realization that somewhere in your past your desire renamed you, or at the very least, renamed your behavior. Suddenly a word you've heard a thousand times before means you.