Baltimore sista Carolina twista
She has a way
Her eyes
project sunrays
Her face delights
in almond peach cherry banana flavors
Her words ripple southern breezes
All she touches smiles
She has her ways
An amazon she stands A lioness she purrs
A canary she coos A buzzard am I
for her stallion legs
Like potters we play scoop and smear
I let her have her way we revel
in our harvest
I let her have her way we revel
in our harvest