I want a man with no desires.
This might be difficult to explain.
In my valley, there are fires,
And fires along my plain,
Fires are burning in my breast,
Fires are trembling in my brain.
If a man has desires,
The burning, lustful kind,
He will not appeal to my heart,
He will not get in my mind.
But if he is cold, and has no desires,
I will give him my love. He can have my fires.