I'm not here to quote thy face akin to a rose
Nothing but nothing grows to match your beauty pose
Your sparkling eyes make diamond dull as a dismal day
No diamond can ‘wink' come hither to play
An' melt Samson into his own shoes
Cutting his hair for weakened blues
Your curvy shape creates metaphors in man's head
They all see themselves waiting in the wedding bed
Your inner thighs set the bar for silky softness
Which the silkworm's production fails a miserably mess
Woman softly softly with that magic beguile
Beaming out that feminine smile
Since home was a cave, man does not want to be alone
Softly softly he wants woman in his home