She Purred, While I Grrred LyricsHer fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
I'm nothing more than a humble mongrel
Whippet cast, rash and unabashed
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Pungent juice wept from the bruise
Where the skin was sluice and slobbered on
Though the meat was fleshy and sweet
She purr, purr, purr, purred
While I gurr, gurr, gurr, gurred, gurr, gurred
I die every day, to live every night
Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
Please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, not matrimony
My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
In her belly, belly lay a pip
A pip brooding in the oozing
My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
Huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing
Upon the bunk a fervent funk
In my butcher's hands her soft fruit tendered, she never pretended
She purr, purr, purr, purred
While I gurr, gurr, gurr, gurred, gurr, gurred
I die every day, to live every night
Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
Please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I'm not lonely
I want she, I want she, not matrimony
