Da swoonin woman
she make me swoon
she be like velvet fog
she be light of da moon
makin mah knees weak and wavy
it like crazy gravy
she conjur da brew
sure to save me
Da swoonin woman
she have such a lovely face
she smile all nice-n-pearly
her spirit a pleasant place
wid baubles and bangles knotted in her hair
da swoonin woman make music
dat send love trough da air
Da swoonin woman
she makes me topsy turvy
she eat me wid her eyes
taste me wid her mind
she think of ways to serve me
onna plate
onna platter
on top of a cone
da swoonin woman eat me to da bone
Da swoonin woman
she be swoonin too
she fashions da hard wood
I eat the juicy fruit
I eat like a starvin man wid a melon he stole
the pulp is so sweet
I swallow her whole
Da swoonin woman
finest I ever known
I drink her up
she suck marrow from da bones
we do unto each other
as we do unto we
we be fat of da passion
the passion grow wild, it grow free
(c) 2000 Michael Bernard Sykes. All rights reserved.