I suppose living in a basic, materialistic society
Luxury to some would be having more than what you need
Living in an electronic age
Seeing the whole world by pushing a button
The nth degree might perhaps be adequately represented by having someone there
To push the buttons for you
I have thought if only I could become rich and famous
I would live luxuriously in New York
Knowing famous people, eating in expensive restaurants
Calling long distance anytime I want
But you held me onе evening
And now I know the ultimatе luxury of your love

Like a will-o’-the-wisp in the night on a honeysuckle breeze
A moment sticks us together
Like a dolphin being tickled on her stomach
My sea of love flip-flops all over my face
Like the wind blowing across a field of wheat
Your smile whispers to my inner ear
With the relief of recognition
I bend to your eyes casually, raping me
Then you held me, one evening
And now I know the ultimate luxury of your love