May not get to heaven with those heavy-breathe sighs;
She’s really wishin’ for some men bliss betwixt those thighs.
She’s in the groove,

Playing with her fabulous Dan, yeah!
Well, first pryin’ is her hand,
Plying that faux gland,
Playing with her fabulous Dan, yeah!

Maybe she will go hell, bangin’ on—oh well.
Come on, come on! She wishes she had some tum-
escence to groove,

Praying for a fabulous man, yeah!!
But she’s pryin’ with her hand,
Plying that faux gland,
Praying for a fabulous man, yeah!!

Listen to her sayin’, “Ohhhhhhhhh. . .”
Followed then by “. . .deo!!”
She is quite excited but wishes a mate would Schwing her. . .
Wants to groove,

Plaything of a fabulous man, yeah!
No more prying with the hand. . .
Sighing with elan,
Praying for a mad-with-lust man.

Here she comes again, with no satyr in sight;
She’s nearly cussing from delighting
And don’t hear the church bells chime.
Wants in her groove

Splay thing of a mad-with-lust man, yeah!
But applying the big Dan, sighing with elan
Makes up for the lack of hung man.

Oh, she’s playing with her fabulous Dan,
Aching for a mad-with-lust man.
Bone-free, she can use her hand
To pry labing for the fabulous Dan.
When she’s sighing with elan,
Guy comes in, expands. . .
Makes it with the Vatican man.

Amen!