It's All Good Mama

I strayed into a New York brew house,

Awash with leather-bound gents

A cold and hungry homeboy,

Short on social science.

Then she stood high on her heels,

The only filly in the barn.

Did a bump and grind till her lips met mine,

And fell into my arms.

She climbed like a Viginia Creeper,

Round a Sugar Maple tree.

Up-down-town, deeper and deeper,

Squeezin' the sap outta me.

Then she finally broke the silence

Put a chill in my bones,

With a voice I swore was a dead ringer for

James Earl Jones

I cried out, slow down, Mama,

You move too fast.

Purdy little mits off the shiftn' stick,

Foot off the gas.

But it's all good lady,

Life ain't but a dream.

Heaven holds a place for every boy n' girl

And everyone in between.