I’ve waited so long for this;
“Till death” is upon us.
Snatch off your urban cover;
We pick cotton by hand here.
Fling off you new-fangled insecurities;
Dr. Phil does not exist here.
Wrap you up in my countryside arms;
No traffic or guns, or violence.
Beg your permission to violate you;
this is old school.
Sniff out the trail of my target;
I grew up hunting in woods like yours.
Watch the swell of your mountains;
I’ve scaled heights such as these.
Feel the ebb and flow of your ocean;
make like I’m swimming in the village creek.
Take what I’ve got to give;
A promise as old as time.
You are perfect;
and “us” is as natural as can be.
This ain’t love if we can’t love for life…
Can we make love in the dark?
Girl you light up my life…