(Step on it, son!
Yessir!)
Lead me if you please through these reeds, Annalise
You send men to their knees with a word that you breathe
I'm an albatross, you a petit chickadee,
And you send men to their knees with a word, Annalise
(What kinda chick is that?
Don't worry bout it, boy!)
I can't pay mind to whispers from your shadows, Annalise
You got what I like, and I sure got what you need
(Mhm!)
Ever-when you're near, I smell the fragrant, peachy peach
(Yeah!)
I got what you like, so say good morning, Annalise
(Mawnin, daddy!
Ooh, she's so polite y'all!)
(Just take it easy now, Mazzy
I can't help it, Dan)
I have you squirming, baby, in my hospitality,
Listening ever closer to my vicious poetry
Elegant and proper just as poetry should be:
"Our fire in the sky rises kindly, faithfully" Yeah!
(Thrash it, boy, thrash it!
Ain't no other way, I got to do it!
Ooh-wee!)
Nothing but a creature on this rock, Annalise,
Spinning very quickly, racing forward at great speed
Your night and day will marry by the time I counted three,
I send you to your knees with my word, Annalise