Tonight, tonight, tonight
What I would do
with you
if you were in sight.
The pocket of my thighs
is wet like my eyes.
Why should I feel like this,
now that you've seen me at my worst
assured me I'm not first
in your affections.

Fertile warm and slick
I would slide you in,
ride you
like a witch
on my broomstick
my own sweet scent so strong
I can smell it all day long.
Why should I long for you?
I'm nothing but some lean white meat,
A midweek treat
Comes with breakfast.

Full moon's scowling
at this bitch alone,
no bone to keep me from howling.
I would lick you, nip you, sniff you,
Wag and wag and wag my tail too.
Would you ask me what I want?
I would raise my leg like a dog
you squatting like a frog
catching flies.

I should let go.
But you'll return
this I know.
Looking for your dairy maid?
Is it time to get laid?
But will I want you then?
Will I lift my skirt
turn around
touch the ground
ask for more?

Tonight, tonight, tonight.
What I would do
with you
if you were in sight.