Squeeze Me

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