A Wild Woman Knows No Blues

I stand alone

Restless and bold,

And I am all alone

In the cold;

Sweet listenings in my ear

Make me want to dance,

I want to slip into your pants

And boogie...

Thirsty flowers need pressure

Touch me with your dying niceness

And make me believe your heart,

Chase me, chase me;

Throw me into the pit

And cover me with your honey

bees,

A wild woman knows no blues

And I can't tell you any bad news

For I am a plastic love affair

Stuck to your totem pole,

And angels fly above my heart

And sigh...

Sigh, sigh, little ones

For this wild one's a-coming

And I am drenched in honeycombs

While these politics are breathing

Live, live, are the honeybees

Let them sting me, let them rage;

For this wild one has no blues

For I am in the hands of a man--