Theres a tug on my shoulder, I see her over there on that Boulder. Singing a song that makes me smolder. And why do I feel so much colder? She's sweet, supple and supine. She blushes in the color of wine. I know at once she's got to be mine. That there isn't any time. Raise the sails and turn the bow oh, I've got some Wild Oats to sow. Oh, but how she move so slow. My blood boils heavy and low. She beckons me into the...