Centres: shield

When I think of the hairs bristling on my head, a mohawk ready for defence – when I think – well thought naturally leads to you, a shield guarding my heart, I prepare myself when I’m out my mind and enter my body, I’m a dancing daga, im my own serapax, baby,

And when I start to swing my hips, then the blood rush goes mad to the fire

Goes, swinging that body, starts acting for me, makes me love living,

And it’s life, it’s sexy, it’s flame to desire, who wants to stop living, you’d be mad, I tell yer

With a shield high held, to guard ya