Like an animal you sing, a sweet lupine thing I want to tickle your borzoi neck Or let’s say flatter, in both senses of the French word To compliment or to pet
Honor it on the one hand, caress with the other That’s how I’d approach your golden throat Praising the pipes hijacking my nights And scratching the scruff I’m dying to stroke
Oh, sinnerman’s sister, nurse practitioner Of Frenchtown moans and Acadian sighs! From the smoky waves rolling over your listener Blades of bitter beauty rise to tear up the skies
Primeval mating calls, rattling all your walls The price you pay, singer, for all your gift defies Relieving me of reason, you clinched my adhesion With the feathers in your hair and the diamonds in your eyes
With a soft sweet wow diphthonging about my spirit I stumbled out of your lands heading home in a cloud Your song beating deep where I could still hear it Troubling all my waters with that howl unbowed
Oh, Maggie Belle, I fell, went down for your animal heat Your vulpine grooves, feline moves and carnal canine highs Oh, equine dame I’ll never tame, oh, baby blessed by the beat I’ll eat your blues and be the muse to catalyze your cries
Oh, sinnerman’s sister, nurse practitioner Of Frenchtown moans and Acadian sighs! From the smoky waves rolling over your listener Blades of bitter beauty rise to tear up the skies
Where the angels lust for your lows and covet those ungodly highs They all want to work on Maggie’s farm and your fields fertilize But me, in your meadows I will lie and cradle your countrysides Wrapped in the strains of your feral charm and the life you vocalize
