She lived in a house of shacks
craved for money love , and sex
hadnt a thing but beautiful hands
and two beautiful legs.

the night before the counter when the music rolled
she lit the fag, polished her stance.
and performed the asaboni dance.
she fell in tune with the grove, raised a million fans
and made the boys drool in tunes of funk and old school

i told myself id never be the first
to be caught in her spell
or even touch her breast
though her looks were quite swell

the jubilation came to a halt
and all rushed for exit to the lorry.
i dug through and made the last seat in a hurry
looked to my right and there she was

as the stop drew closer
she became more persuasive
shuffled closer and closer
and became irresistable
but i proceeded to defy

woke up late morning in ma bed
with pictures flashing before my eyes
two candle lights, a floor mat and a straw built sled.
not to mention the hanky panky....