Behold the rawness of my being,
Am I wise enough to sleep with you?
Or am I wise enough to run?
Trepidatious decisions obscure me
Poetically I see my panties run...
Run, panties, run
For all the drugs in the world can\'t stop me
From singing \'Hail Mary\' to the man I love
For my name is not Mary...will you ever guess?
Behold my naked body,
Do you want me?
For I am a statue in despair
Wearing your panties,
And I am proud of your panties...
For they are cotton, not briefs;
Oh please please me, oh panty boy
Are you a human sex toy?
For a bottle of invisible whiskey
You shall pour upon me,
For I am a child of God
Can\'t you see?
Oh invisible panties...do you see them on me?
Philosophically I am a wild woman
Of courage I\'ve come to see
How sexually frustrated you must be
And here is a rose to all poetry
For poetically you lick me up and down
With your words.
Oh invisible panties turn psychedelic,
What is the woman\'s relic?
Oh tell me please, do you want me to tease?
For pleasure hits the stakes real hard
Erotic motions attempt to rise,
Let us rise between the lion and his prey
Invisible panties, what do they seem?
Let us rise between pleasure and pain.