Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Power-Pussy!"
She got da Power-Pussy (It's alright)
Da Power-Pussy, her pants are sooo tight;
She makes a Left, she might make a Right?
She can SQUEEZE da moon
out of the Night;
she's got the Power-Pussy, U betcha!
The Power-Pussy; up all night!
Testerone RAMPANT but she don't shave,
she's NO "folkie club-acoustic-mama"
her GIG is a RAVE: -called "Power-Pussy",
"Power-Pussy!" You'd better hope
she don't get control over you?...
She don't get NERVOUS, nothing to defend;
she'll RAPE your Life
and you'll abandon/lose all your friends:
Black-Widow-Babee, sex, and then mate?
Later on U find it's U who's on the dinner plate!?
Make a left, make a right, there's no surmise;
between her thighs your heaven cries?
And she don't like Whisky
and she don't care for Gin,
The " REAL STUFF" is where she begins:
Da Power-Pussy, on the hour;
What ever happened to dat romantic
Tarantella?
-You wake up one night, in a cold fright
and U thank GOD U are sleeping
with Cinderella!... "WUH!!!".... (Power-Pussy!)
c nov 2014/ourmanineurope/dave delacroix/ PO Valley, Italy, monsoon season.....:)
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