the w***e of bora bora

i went to a w***e in bora bora
asked her my name, gave her some cash
and sent her to jive
on the island
at night
I never saw her again
She's still out there grooving
to galactic drumming
Take me there with you
miss wilderness, lonesome and free
who do you answer to?
only the silent white snads
only the roaring moon-face
only the thing inside of me
that refuses to be restrained.