A woman of insatiable need Panties soaked with sex She can melt you with a whisper And sear you with a sigh
She is tangles and satin With the voice of a harp-strummed angel When she sings and the Starlit drawl of a London lady
She can raise your manhood With her eyes and ride you better Than a rodeo queen But watch out for the spurs
For she can bring the moon down With her temper Out cuss a Yankee in a New York minute And while heaven lies beneath Her fingertips Nature, Hell, and all the elements Have designed no fury Like this woman scorned