I kissed this world, touched the mold
Smashed my immature history with hold
I make a secret of this fruit of romance
Sweet toungue, small tooth, sensational saliva that I've notice
They're of my love, of this world
Waterfall of whispers, the pulsation that I've rejoice
I nestled my head on lover's shoulder
Both our hands and legs tangled together
Nothing shall part our noose
O I'll stop to perish myself in the fold
As I kissed the heart of gold