Spoiler
"stuffed couerl top"
Gold hair, full lips, Hangs in her workshop buildin' airships; leather pants, work gloves, and all around her, men are falling in love...

They come a runnin' and they ain't gonna stop, 'cause every man's crazy for a stuffed couerl top.

Tool belt, work book, They're behind her shoulder tryin' to get a look. Thick boots, big wrench; still hotter than a bar wench.

They come a runnin' and they ain't gonna stop, 'cause every man's crazy 'bout a stuffed couerl top.

Lipstick, Fishin' hat, You know you wanna see her wearin' that. Dark shades, rags stained with oil, but it's somethin' else makin' the boys' blood boil.

They're watchin' for her to come outta the shop, 'Cause every man's crazy 'bout a stuffed couerl top.


"CLIO'S PRINCE!"
click at your own risk
"breathe"
Burdened by a long day full of tasks,
I feed you, clean you, and save this for last,
I don’t wait for you to ask, my love,
It's going happen, you shan't have to ask.

I listened, you described, how your patience had waned,
As my fingertips subtract all your pain,
Your voice is tired now, deserving respite,
So lay back and relax, let my fingers reign.

Be still my darling, this never fails,
Fluent in texture, love spoken in brail,
I’ve an ally below, a small conspirator,
A hero to us both, In a tiny vessel, sets sail.

Now you’ve voiced your fears and shed your tears,
It’s time to lay down your weary head my dear,
It’s time for you melt in my embrace,
It’s time for you to breathe in my ear.

The direction, my sweet, is not the key,
Just feel it now, the rhythm of his journey,
Circles or side to side, up and down if you please,
I navigate you, our destination will set you free.

Just be still my love, you are trying to stall,
Not one more word, you’ve said them all,
I'd understand you by your sigh and your smile,
You’re safe in my arms, nowhere to fall.

You’re very close now, almost time to leap,
If I do it just right, feel free to weep,
Let it come dear, this bliss is for you,
My gift to you, plunge into oblivion deep.

So silent and still but for us here,
The sound of your eyelids clicking is clear,
It’s time for you melt in my embrace,
It’s time for you to breathe in my ear.


"next morning"
When I walk into a bar because it’s been a long day,
And approach the counter with something to say,
Hello good blunt, I’ve got some gil here for you
I’d like to use it to buy a drink or two.
Okay cat, they say with a wipe of their rag
Your gil is good here, what’ll you have

So I start with beer, . . . Cause I love it so dear,
Next I sip wine, . . . Now I'm starting to feel fine
Now a glass of brandy, . . . Oooo, feeling a bit randy
Then I go to rum, . . . Makes me wiggle my bum,
Then I try some gin, . . . By then I’m wearing a grin,
Then next some whiskey, . . . Ain’t my fault I get frisky.

But theeeen the next morning, with strangers my bed is teeming,

Last night left me reeling . . . how is my bra stuck to the ceiling?
Who’s that in my bed, I thought her hair was red?
Who's this gentlemen caller, wasn’t that turnip taller?
What's this taste in my mouth . . . who is that big lout?
Why am I crushed flat? Don’t remember that Roe being so fat.
Where did my clothes go? Don’t tell me that’s a chocobo.

So I tell myself never again, which lasts until another bad day ends.
Back to the bar with my gil, looking for relief and my fill.

So I start with beer, . . . Cause I love it so dear,
Next I sip wine, . . . Now I'm starting to feel fine
Now a glass of brandy, . . . Oooo, feeling a bit randy
Then I go to rum, . . . Makes me wiggle my bum,
Then I try some gin, . . . By then I’m wearing a grin,
Then next some whiskey, . . . Ain’t my fault I get frisky.

But theeeen the next morning, with strangers my bed is teeming,

That was a weird dream. Aren’t these guys the rugby team?
For this I’m too old. I hope that’s not a kobold.
Why am I covered in honey? Is she dressed like a bunny?
Why are people under the bed? I hope that one’s not dead.
I'm all dry in my throat . . . Who owns that goat?
My memory is foggy . . . why are the sheets so soggy?

So I tell myself never again, which lasts until another bad day ends.
Back to the bar with my riches, trying to forget all them bitches.

So I start with beer, . . . Cause I love it so dear,
Next I sip wine, . . . Now I'm starting to feel fine
Now a glass of brandy, . . . Oooo, feeling a bit randy
Then I go to rum, . . . Makes me wiggle my bum,
Then I try some gin, . . . By then I’m wearing a grin,
Then next some whiskey, . . . Ain’t my fault I get frisky.

Altogether now!

So I start with beer, . . . Cause I love it so dear,
Next I sip wine, . . . Now I'm starting to feel fine
Now a glass of brandy, . . . Oooo, feeling a bit randy
Then I go to rum, . . . Makes me wiggle my bum,
Then I try some gin, . . . By then I’m wearing a grin,
Then next some whiskey, . . . Ain’t my fault I get frisky.

"have you ever really loved a woman?"
To really love a woman, to understand her
You gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
An' give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her, that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever