Mama, look at me upon my swing!
Wind blows up beneath my skirts
like the bells that the fairies ring,
Ringing for you, you mama
where the black mulberries fall,
and the nighttime wraps around us like a wall.
Mama, look- the moon is running wild!
Come on, mama, and look at me
now I’m burning with desire
Desire for you, you mama,
through a soft blue candle ring.
With my face pressed in your skirt, now let me sing.
Mama, look- my hand is stretched up high!
Mama, you could have a child
if you’d let my little man inside
inside of you, you mama,
with your soft blueberry cape.
And my body longs to press you like a grape.
Baby blue ribbon on my finger like a ring.
Baby blue ribbons, they stand for love, mama,
they stand for everything
including you, you mama
when your soft white hand I hold
and you walk me through the woods both dark and cold.
Moon in the sky like a crazy silver hollow ball.
Spread my legs like a V to receive
the baby moonbeams as they fall
falling for you, you mama
for your soft blue willow ring,
for your pink cheeks, and your high heels, and your thing.
You and me and a tree sitting side by side,
Moonbeams drip from the leaves onto your chest
so we’ll let the moon decide
decide for you, you mama,
if your blue-ribbon baby I’ll be,
if you’ll sleep here through the night with only me.