Song of Songs (4:4 redux)

How beautiful you are my darlin’! Got me peckin’ around like a starlin’ Lookin’ for somethin’ to eat; You’d make a fine little piece of meat! Your lips are like scarlet thread, But that veil is gettin’ to my head. Want to see what all’s behind, Feel around for what I can find. Oh baby, please don’t say, “Maybe”! We got to get it on this very day; Can’t wait another minute.  No way! Like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Those boobs could get a brother in jail. Got to keep those pants pulled up; Can’t get off track and disrupt. And be sure to stay off that neck; (4) You’ll turn my life into a wreck! Lookin’ real good my darlin’; (7) Got no blemishes on your face. A real glory to the human race! Girl, you’re makin’ my heart beat faster (9) I’m thinkin’ it’ll be a disaster. All it takes is the look o’ your eyes And I’ll give up actin’ like I’m wise. O Lord, You got to give me some grace; Put that girl in some other place. You know she done made me a mess. Got to get out o’ this distress!

7 Feb., 2022