He is a man in fact , a factual man in fact But in fact more than man, and more natural He is a predator, sometimes ****** endeavourer Jumping as a feather stead upon my weathered bed Lead at the head but it's heavier A best of a beast, in his chest at least A lion's heart beats, and with mine at his feet He is deadlier
Mane across his back, mainly manly, manly knack And a pride to admire any crazy track Mired by those paws or clawed back Lion's share of the hair and a siren's glare Its enough to ensnare any to come back To lie in the den and unpack
A purr that can stirΒ Β dwelling spell in gazelles A roar that could ensure his reign is obtained on every plain If called for His face is made heeding, and bleeding the sun His legs win a race never needed to be run Already won Prowl and it's done
If he who rides the tiger finds it difficult to dismount Than he who rides the lion will feel him sure surmount No doubt, for nobility is paramount Alpha is better beyond count, couched in whim And he reigns as King of the jungle I grew for him King of all that's funnelled through to him King of all that humbles me and truly sings
And so Clearly success best rests in Being a lioness, not left guessing lionless A carnivorous, blitherous, tyrant's guest In fact I am a woman, a natural woman in fact And factually I am a woman intact Yet in fact a woman distracted on a lion obsessed tract Where a leonine mess is lacked And a lion-like chests interact