Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear   Make my honey   Grind that salt before the rains come this year   To make it all muddy      So now you have called   And now you want to wring my neck   Oh baby you talk so tight   Tell me now, who's all wet?      I could kiss   Your promiscuous mind      My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear   Make us all alone   Wind your watch and bless all my prayer   Make ready to get home      Oh now you get so hard   Now you wring my neck   And now you wanna talk so tight   Tell me, who's all wet?      I could kiss   Your promiscuous mind   I could kiss   Your promiscuous mind, yes I could      I have four lone stars that you have given me   Yeah and why don't you give it baby?   Well, the feeling you're giving baby   Tell me, what you give away   You give it, you give it, give it