The Musician

lord and master you must be because
all the silly women dance at your feet.
You play so well your white cloud guitar
as beautiful women come from near and far.
Paying to hear you sing and dance your dance,
and wishing after the show for some hot romance.

Hoping that you'll notice them just this once
and take them by the hand and make a big fuss.
Take them to your home and love 'em sweet
dazzle them with diamonds and all kinds of treats.

Lyrics of love so bold, so true
many of these women are already in love with you.
Encited by your words, hips swaying to the beat,
moving slowly, assuredly, and as though
bewteen the sheets.

Stringing out the tune "My Little Red Sports Car";
you play it so nicely on your white cloud guitar.
Familiar with tune, all of the women dance
their hearts racing and clapping their hands
Love in their eyes and tears on their face
came to show wearing beautiful pink lace
Hoping after the show to go home with you
and be the one you'll love forever true.

lord and master you must be because
all the silly women dance at your feet
Wish' in their hearts for the slightest chance
to go home with you for some hot romance.