It started out with a look Sapphire eyes just to get me cookin’ I knew I’d have ya 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 told me you were 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 the 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 ya 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!