Lamb At the French Slaughter!

sweet amber lilies and patchouli
pheromones in the air, yours truly!
shouldn’t I have know that aroma?
after tonight my love it’s a diploma!

The lingering scent left in the air
fragrance of love, a truth or dare?
enter them doors, sweet lil’ Lily
get that rodeo on, it’s Branco Billy!

it’s so musky and husky
Billy’s brawn and I’m busty
what can I say that ain’t nasty
Oh yeah! I’m busty, all that lusty!

Billy, your smell is an aphrodisiac
you’re making me a nymphomaniac
let me ride on them plain rawhide
don’t worry, I ain’t gonna bite!

scent of a man when he’s sweaty
the taste of him when he’s dirty
pretty boy, this momma’s is crazy
sit on me and let’s do a niner sixty!

it’s a ride now, a god damn chance
thrusting on the wild rawhide dance
busting his nuts, Billy’s from France
Yee ha! this ride ain’t no bromance!

male sexuality fucking imprinting
southern sensuality it’s intoxicating
‘sil vous plais’, he got me addicted
damn spontaneity, gets me liberated

French serenade, how he persisted
laid bare on a date, brains twisted
he gropes me, I’m willingly helpless
scattered and smeared for that one sexy European caress!

madness I’d say was his way of fornication
grandness yet, like the men of the first nation
I may have tried at first with the village carpenter
Now I’m a lamb at the French bull’s slaughter,
he fucks me damn well I’m a cattle farmer’s daughter!