What Is So?

What is so? What is so? -
I need to know. (What is so? What is so?)
Before I go, before I grow. (What is so? What is so?)
I need to know. --

Tell me what is so. - - -

I feel my heart racing
When I hear her voice.
This can't be controlled,
I have no choice.

What is so? What is so?
I need to know.
Before I go, before I grow,
Tell me what is so.

When you sat down so near to me,
Nowhere else would I rather be.
Sunshine sowing the seeds of love,
You, before me, like a vision from above.

She knows how to make my heart race.
She melts me with her eyes as she's reading my face.
I wonder if she feels my innermost desire.
My heart is merely fuel, but she is the fire.

Not mine, not mine, so still I pine.
We relate our fate, so still I wait.
She is not what she seems to be.
Does she know what she does to me?

One of these days, and it won't be long,
We'll enter a secret world within a song.
You will know how much I respect and adore you.
I don't want to be the guy who tries to control you.

She is free to be kind to whoever she pleases.
There will be no trapping this girl with your holy Jesus.
When delighted by her charms, set off the alarms,
Her power is more real than even nuclear arms!

This is not a joke, she is steering the ship.
She holds it all together on the tip of her hip.
Better to be leashed to an endless job
Than be the sad wife of some domesticated slob.

How can I ignore such things?
I can't deny the emotion she brings
To this soul-killing baby breeding factory.

When in the still of the night, You are wrapped so tight
Intertwined in my soul, I am paralyzed tonight.
Enough for one day, enough for one night,
Here it comes, the tantrum angry monkey fist fight

Am I marking territory not mine to mark?
Do I have the right to bite or bark?
My skin is light and white, it is far from dark,
But I be a dolphin fightin IW sharks.

Unable to contact you by letter or phone,
What else can I do, but clog up this zone?
You go home and leave me all alone.

Alone with my dreams of you ...
You are the sunshine.
Alone with my dreams of you ...
You are the rain.

I search your eyes for any hint of contact,
And when I catch a glimpse, watch out, stand back.
Yesterday I prayed I might stop thinking of you,
But one look from you, and "What's a poor man to do?"

Even in the face of extreme subjugation,
Your informal power shines through.
Greedy men pot the wild flowers.
What are the politics of your female powers?

With the plows came the beasts of burden,
Storing, owning, selling, jailing.
Women became chattel the world over.
Trophy wives and the tortured drunken second prizes.

India, China, ancient Greece and Rome,
Men owned property, woman in a home.
Subject to their husbands as is fitting to the Lord.
With this dependency, female boredom soared.

Female fidelity to a single life partner
Was central to the decline of women's power.
Most men are wired to seek social status,
They grab the booty with their economic apparatus.

She knows what to do without instructions.
She has the female power itself
You will curse her name
When she puts you back on the shelf.

I cherish the moments you gave today,
Now I am dreaming the long night away.
What is so? What is so? You don't say.
Life is but a dream anyway.