Little woman, lemme bend yer ear fer three minutes,
Fer some standard rock fare.
See, I got me a preference,
Y'know the one I'm referencin'; you're
Fidgetin' and twirlin' yer hair.
Y'know the quickest way to the heart uvva man,
It ain't through his stomach, it's his prostate gland...
...She produced a tube, from which she extracted,
A dollop of gelatinous liquid
On the tip of a dainty,
There must be some tactful way
To broach such a sensitive subject, but
I guess, in a pinch, this way
'See, I like songs that ain't too long,
And not a message, just a vague suggestion,
'n' I'm hopin' you like your suggestions that way too.
A floin to clip, we'll read the...
I'll be the stud of yer stamen, I'm uh...
but never mind my stinger,
Set me off with uh touch of yer little finger, nah
Set me off...
I like songs that ain't too long, 'n' not a
Message, just a vague suggestion, and I'm
Hopin' you like your suggestions that way, too.
'Cuz there ain't no tactful way to
Broach such a nefarious subject as the
Dollop oozing from that acrid tube.
Researchers found, in the ruins of Rome,
a wretched volume
with one dog-eared page that drove it all home...
©2007, 2010 Andy Klosenski
This title originally appeared on American Toreador 
[ http://honkygabacho.bandcamp.com/album/american-toreador ].