Squeeze Me - Victor Feldman

It started out with a look

Sapphire eyes just to get me cookin

I knew I’d have ya by or crook that night

You walked me back to my place

With bad ideas on my mind, and my face

No rhyme or reason, it’s just the season for love

Last night a little birdie told me

I might not have your heart

on lock

I don’t mean to dig, but this town ain’t too big

And the walls are starting to ta-a-a-alk!

Spring flings come and go with the breeze

And all my friends without are sayin' I should be pleased

But it’d be nice to be your mane squeeze

Two weeks passed by and we barely saw the outside of my room

Breakfast in bed, and spoilin' a girl could get used to

After we came down to earth I didn’t see you for a moon

They told me you were gone with June

And June’s that dame who works at The Lagoon

I know we weren’t talkin' too much

Mostly we was knockin shoes

But when I hear you’re back in teh orchard pickin' apples

All i’m wonderin' is whos!

Who she is doesn’t matter, what the hell, au revoir!

But if one sliver of ya wants to stay where we are

I’m gonna need some poetry and talkin' till morn

And maybe get to chattin' bout a ring round this horn

That’s how it is, like it or not

So baby get to grovelin' or get till you’re gone

Just say i’m your mane squeeze

I’ve gotta stop the shakin

In my four poor knees!

Please say I’m your mane squeeze!

(spoken) or just get packin sugar