If Florida Was a Woman

If Florida was a woman,
I'd be the hottest man on Earth.
Never do I look forward to a good sweat
As I do when her shooting rays
Attack my fleshy armaments
Which safely harbor all that is vital to me.

Yesterday, I dropped to her sandy floors
And indulged myself in some of
Nature's finest crystal granules,
And I rolled around in it like an alligator,
Florida's native son, would do,
Doing only what a true glutton should.
Oh, I was so hot while I was doing that.
She must have felt every drop of sweat
From my raging hot body.
En fuego, bebe.

She must have, for I've never been with a woman
Who was so wet, so moist in her most vital areas.
I was only too happy to dive head-first
Into her womb, this bed of life.
All the little fishies swimming;
It was almost sinful even for me to be
Exposed to this sort of thing.
Her palms, clammy with perspiration,
Shone bright and green.
I wonder if she's as jealous of me as I be of her,
For I only have one lover,
While she has millions.

Let me be a sea gull!
Let me be a sea gull!
Leave me be!
Leave me be!

I never want to leave Florida,
And she doesn't want me to go.

If Florida was a woman,
I'd never leave,
But I'd always come.