Mane Squeeze

It started out with a look
Sapphire eyes just to get me cookin'
I knew I'd have you by hook or crook that night

You walked me back to my place
With bad ideas on my mind, and my face
No rhyme or reason, it's just the season for love

Last night a little birdie told me I might not have your heart on lock
I don't mean to dig, but this town ain't too big
And the walls are starting to ta-a-a-alk!

Spring flings come and go with the breeze
And all my friends without are sayin' I should be pleased
But it'd be nice to be your mane squeeze

Two weeks passed by and we barely saw the outside of my room
Breakfast in bed, and spoilin' a girl could get used to
After we came down to earth I didn't see you for a moon
They said that you had gone with June
And June's that dame who works at The Lagoon

I know we weren't talkin' too much
Mostly we was knockin' shoes
But when I hear you're back in teh orchard pickin' apples
All I'm wonderin' is whos!

Who she is doesn't matter, what the hell, au revoir
But if one sliver of you wants to stay where we are
I'm gonna need some poetry and talkin' till morn
And maybe get to chattin' bout a ring round this horn

That's how it is, like it or not
So baby get to grovelin' or get till you're gone
Just say I'm your mane squeeze
I've gotta stop the shakin'
In my four poor knees
Please say I'm your mane squeeze

Or just get packin' sugar