You know,your mother!! She has those quirky moves

Well take for instance and especially some that destroy me

Flecked with tiny spots of grey and fiery you have noticed perhaps

Her lovely hands relentless loose bodice dresses

And does your father know I’m in love with you

Awkward feelings an inner verve she performs

When she assured of my notice and No!

But at night then as if by nature she becomes a witch
Of course I’m not in to the cleavage of her evil

How evil she is of course I’m not in love with her

I have these strange feelings always in my mind tormenting me

That quite tantalizing motion and she has flecks of speckled delight

To leave me breathless and weak, but I am a man

And primitive the way she wears her clothes

To the open necked revealing glance, even she’s old

They are almost those serene beauty quite innocent gestures

Tracks of her fingers at her throat and love with her! Soft and gentle

So that as she turns to see her penchant to lightly pout her lips yet awful

But if you sit me once more strong I’m in love with you

I let her kill me; I sacrificed myself only to get you

I’m exhausted, I’m pant but you’re still unmoved

It’s aching & annoying but doesn’t make much difference now

I’ve observed that bitches are bitchy, dirty, evil and uncivilized

Every bit of me and each drop of my blood loved you

You got all from me which you never deserved