Since we live in an age where wrestling has become one of our
most popular sports (?), and women are now getting to be as
strong as men, I thought this lyric would be applicable.
And, for some, a real turn-on.
If the latter be true, you can click on the picture.
(A slightly different version of this lyric appears
in my Moliere musical, Masquerade.)

Come On and Wrestle With Me


Poets use sweet words to brighten love---
That's all those dudes have known of it---
For only one thing can heighten love,
That's the fight in love
And every grunt and groan of it.

This chick's the one
And I'm gonna get 'er,
For sweet talkin's fun
But grapplin' is better---
Come on and wrestle with me.

I bet our love
Ignites like a match can---
We'll push and we'll shove
While catchin'-as-catch can---
Come on and wrestle with me.

We will never ever stop
In vying for who'll be on top,
But first we'll stand and pose and flex
And then do wild things to all four pecs.

Clothes are all right
And nice when they've slipped off,
But during a fight
They're better when ripped off---
Come on and wrestle with me.

                     II

We'll jeer and we'll scoff
And snarl and look mean, too,
And really get off
On talkin' obscene, too---
Come on and wrestle with me!

Spankin's a ball
And punchin's excitin',
Let's tussle and brawl
While gropin' and bitin'---
Come on and wrestle with me.

Any horny fella loves
A busty babe with boxin' gloves,
A gal who won't give in and melt
And who'll always hit below the belt.

When rough sex unfolds,
It's the topnotch kind---
I'll teach you some holds,
Especi'ly the crotch kind.
Come on and wrestle with me.
Come on and wrestle with me!
Come on and wrestle with me!
OUCH!

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