If I would open up my heart
Maybe you'd find a place in yours
To scrutinize for damaged particles
For leaking valves or clotted ventricals
Measure the pressure of this treasure
This pompous muscle in my breast
For all your clinical researching
I gladly open up my chest
But if you want to look for love the heart is not the place to go
The seat of love is in the genitals and messengers go
To and fro And it goes like this
The eyes detect a juicy bit
The nose picks up a scent
They telephone the brain - no strain the line is always manned
The brain sends out a red alert to any part concerned
Below the belt the call is felt from pleasant lull is churned
A Tom or Dick or Harry or whatever he is called
Pricks up his ear prepares his gear for standing proud and tall
Ventriloquistic gifted he
Is speaking with a voice
Of honey: "Did we meet before?" He gives his prey no choice
To wander off into the woods A rabbit caught in light
He's insistent and persistent She is trying to resist
But she's definitely won over with the last line of his list...
I love you, forever and ever
I will love you better than anybody can If you don't believe it
Well honey let me prove it
Let me show you I'm the man
I'd love to stay but, you know I'm in a hurry
Cause I just began to worry for the fields that lay unplowed and I Would
Hate to see all this promise to be wasted by a man that's less endowed!