Big hairy Dave
I’ll take it to the grave.
The things we’ve been doing all afternoon.
Now you’re like a werewolf in the city.
Keeping me oh so busy.
Prowlin’ and howlin’ round my room.
Your tongue it is a lapping. Your teeth they are a snapping.
As you work your magic on my full moon.
You’ve got a bone to bury.
And I really am quite ready.
As the day turns dark all too soon.
My body it is ravaged. My bedroom it is savaged.
I know I’m dead for certain, with the daylight peeping through the curtain.
Oh big hairy Dave!
Our rendezvous, so fleeting.
I check to see when it’s the next full moon.
