She Purred, While I Grrred

Her fruit was ripe, I bit

Her fruit was ripe, I bit

I'm nothing more than a humble mongrel

Whipped cast, rash and unabashed

Her fruit was ripe, I bit

Her fruit was ripe, I bit

Pungent juice wept from the bruise

Where the skin was sluice and slobbered on

Though the meat was fleshy and sweet

She purred while I grrred

I die every day, to live every night

Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry

Please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, no matrimony

My fruit was ripe, she bit

My fruit was ripe, she bit

In her belly lay a pip

A'brooding in the oozing

My fruit was ripe, she bit

My fruit was ripe, she bit

Huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing

Upon the bunk a fervent funk

In my butcher's hands her soft fruit tendered. She never pretended…

She purred while I grrred

I die every day, to live every night

Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry

Please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I'm not lonely

I want she, I want she, not matrimony