Buttered Beauties
GERALD V. CASALE, MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH
The first time I saw you
I knew there would be no other
That tingle told me
We were meant for one another
I'm calling you
1-2-3
Buttered beauties of the negroid north
Spread your glossy tallow on me
Oiled wonder of the midnight forest
Toss down your web on me
She's got me by the tether
(sticking it out)
In simultated leather
(sticking it out)
I think she broke my tether
See'mon keep on comin' on now
