Shadows moving to my door, Pleasure seeking at my wife's Feet, I explode into many Different pieces, the kitchens Taken by me with her sweets. Strawberry goodin's Apple pie loving. Rock and rock on the record Player, track number seven. Kashmir, stairway to heaven. Boogie with stu Zeppelin to contend with. Melody sound's Loud we yelp out. It's privacy No knocking, Keep the neighbors far- And out, southern Soulfood after the sweet Devotion, the nights almost Over, like a clover I'm lucky In her promotion.