The Pleasure

Slow honey sticks to the lip

Young pony sick of the whip

Wild smile no longer a child

I done told you

More style than a Parisian mile

I'll show you something that you won’t believe

I'll blow your cover if you know what I mean

Oh baby, the pleasure’s all mine

Oh baby, the pleasure’s all mine

No telling just what we might find

My pleasure

Unfolding, awake in a dream

Slow rolling Canadian green

Circle pines swirl in our mind

I done told you

Purple climbs up like a vine

I’ll show you something that you won’t believe

I’ll blow your cover, leave you begging please

Please, please, please, please

Oh baby, the pleasure’s all mine

Oh baby, the pleasure’s all mine

No telling just what we might find

Oh baby, the pleasure’s all mine

No telling just what we might find

My pleasure