Why do you ask?
 
Why do you want to know me?
Why do you want to ask?
When you do know, then why do you ask?
 
What am I, have answered so many times,
Where you are in this vast place now,
I am in Philippine.
I love the country and all its beautiful folks,
Last night I was in Las Vegas, I lost all my hopes,
There people want to sleep, with just any one,
 And wherever you go, all with you want to have some fun.
So do not ask me any more time,
I belong to all and all are mine.
 
I am the leader of the oldest profession,
No it’s not prostitution,
It’s the imagination,
The thought the fear of travelling,
Far and wide,
In space I go daily,
For a pleasant ride
 
I can see all human beings trying to open up,
Some lying, some laying, some peeping Toms,
Many each other I have seen them clinging,
Some do it in isolation,
Some do it all alone.
Some moan, some silence, some fear,
Some are very bold,
Mostly, many are very cold.
 
Some are statues; some are like a quivering snake,
All that it is I know and what it does take,
Is to have an open mind,
And free communication,
On a holiday or a short vacation,
Or while on a convocation,
All that is needed is,
Sexual and verbal communication,
A vibration…………….
 
That has been, is, and will be,
That all humanity knows so do ye,
So kindly don’t ask me again,
I needn’t have to explain,
Who am I please,
I do not want you, him or her,
Just anyone ever to displease