I could tell on the ride over you
were thinking “will she/won’t she?”
But let me be clear, I said the vows:
love, honor and spread. And besides,
there’s nothing I would rather do.
So, unzip me you slick motherfucker,
and I’ll return the favor (I hate calling it that
because I love it too much to consider it a duty).
I don’t have a hard grip but a firm one
(on this thing called life). And sometimes
it even tastes as good as you do.
The radio plays Fascinating Rhythm
and I chuckle, if only to myself.
I got this part down, baby, don’t worry.
