I strayed into a New York brew house
Awash with leather-bound gents
A cold and hungry homeboy
Short on social science
Then she stood high on her heels
The only filly in the barn
Did a bump and grind 'til her lips met mine
And fell into my arms
She climbed like a Virginia Creeper
'Round a Sugar Maple tree
Up-down-town, deeper and deeper
Squeezing the sap outta me
Then she finally broke the silence
Put a chill in my bones
With a voice I swore was a dead ringer for
James Earl Jones
I cried out, slow down, Mama
You move too fast
Purdy little mits off the shifting stick
Foot off the gas
But it's all good lady
Life ain't but a dream
Heaven holds a place for every boy and girl
And everyone in between
