of the wolf whistle you threw away
Don't tar us all with the dirty brush
don't misconstrue a impulsive rush
We all of us need to feel of love
not molly coddled in a satin glove
And if some girl fulfils your dream
she doesn't have to be a queen
She doesn't have to make a pass
all she need do is wiggle her ass
The verbal tribute that might ensue
is no disrespectful point of view
It's just a simple exaggeration
of a testosterone gesture of appreciation