Dear Hunter Smiling Swine
Awoke alone, put on my coat, ran for the door
Down the stairs, and made it to the second floor
Stopped by the squeaky wheel, a smiling swine
Stunned by the sight and fearing whats behind
"Hey there" he pleasantly began
"Good day" he telescoped his hand
"Is there a service I can possibly propose?"
"Ms leading seems to me to be a proper butterfly"
"Then I suggest you pack your bags and learn to drive!"
Tucked in my shirt, and finally made my way outside
He broke the scene, a Machiavellian dandelion
Blissfully plucked from the bloom of another
But all the while (all the while)
She was still fresh in my mind (she's stuck in my mind)
And though this might be premature (ooh oh)
But ambition strikes me when the mood is right (the mood is right)
The mood is right
