You think you can laugh me into your bed do you
The “gift of the gab” was bestowed in your hands
You think saucy words from your overflowing repertoire
Allows you custody of your wicked plans
You think cooking me dinner wins you gold stars do you
Though the cheese soufflé had come up a treat
Conversation was flowing through a cognac or two
I was certainly overpowered from your heat
You think presenting me with thirty blood red roses does it for me
Each thorn you had meticulously shaved to spare my flesh
I noticed you leering at those strawberries of mine
Appointing an opportunity to pour over crème fresh
You think taking my hand and pressing kisses to my neck
And stroking my long hair does the trick
Of course my darling, you were right again,
But hurry, we will have to make it quick!!