Woodland Stomp

Oh sweet temptress of the Great Woodland What will your hand deliver? What will your hand bring me? Brussled in gold and dandy-fire From your depths Oh, lady of the moon Light Twist your breast To my head Oh sweet, sweet scorpion Woman, woman Woman for me Oh your sweet kiss left me a bleeder Might I add you bruised your head Head on the way down Now she's got me under her finger And I've got her in my eye Now she's got me under her finger Will this love be my demise? Now we're living inside of a secret Will we dig our way to sky Now she's got me under her finger Will this love be my demise? Now she's living inside of a secret Will she dig her way to sky? Now she's got me under her finger Will this love be my demise? Now she's got me under her finger...