she sings aloud her praise song
as pistle meets mortar
e to wia! e to wai!
muscle, skin and oil
aglow with the baptism of sunshine.
Her husband has done it again
her warrior one! Chief acrobat!
Master of loin satisfaction!
Last night was filled with fervor
as she melded in a rhythm of ecstacy
laden with passion and sighs of pleasure
with her Warrior One
today she's drunk in giddiness
as in song and dance she tells of thus
riddled with expectancy
of the night to come!
so with pistle, yam and mortar
e to wai! e to wai!
she chants her praise song wantonly
e to wai! e to wai!
letting her juices flow from within
this song for her warrior one!
let them hear!
gossip mongers and nay sayers!
as she sings aloud her praise song
e to wai! e to wai!
telling afresh the story
with mortar, yam and pistle
e to wai! e to wai!
this song for her warrior one.
