| Ma-SHID-a-ga Stew |
| Sun is rising Am in hiding Dimly riding Up down ramps Feet scuff lowly Heart beats slowly Holding no one Still, I stand Birds are chirping Boys are giggling I’m not wiggling Hips ashore Conquest taken Was his bacon Now he’s loving Me, no more Two lips shut tight Armed we both cry Closing folding Ma-SHID-a-ga, stew No undressing No impressing Love unvesting Ma-SHID-a-ga stew Put red dress on Lipstick cheers tongue Bang the vamp gong Ma-SHID-a-da, poof! Still I’m guessing Is he messing With a lovely Ma-SHID-a-da, new? Sun is rising Am in hiding Dimly riding Up down ramps Feet scuff lowly Heart beats slowly Holding no one Still, I stand Still, I stand |