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It's noon in the belly of June. |
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Let's wager with bodies, the night's coming soon. |
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Come like a lover to me, let's lay in the dark and meet the birds and the bees. |
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A scene at the past county fair. |
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She swore to his face: "There's no rib that we share!" |
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Please won't you leave her alone. |
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She's telling you boy, you don't know when to go. |
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She's had enough she sadly sung: |
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"We're no longer young, we're lazy and lithe, and our age makes us dumb. |
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Don't call on me, paltering and pale, |
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with sin on your mind, and dirt under your nails." |
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Well, he holds to a vow just because. |
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Lamenting a love that never was. |
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It's a thing that's never tested or tried. |
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In a June that up and bloomed and quickly died. |
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It's noon in the belly of June. |
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Let's wager with bodies, the night's coming soon. |
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Come like a lover to me, let's lay in the dark and meet the birds and the bees. |
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Between the two and under the sun, |
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it's a war that's always fought and is never won. |
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Between the two and under the light, |
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at last she's never convinced and won't stay the night |
