[Catherine Chandler]

Ah, French cuisine ......


MY WOLF

I want to wolf you down, my wolf,
I want to put you in my pot
and wrap your legs around my neck –
the image gives me food for thought.

We’ll start with a marinade, my wolf,
Your mutton chops hot on the stove;
A stew, a seethe, a simmer-down,
Then second helpings, no? my love?

Refrain:

ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sweet, sweet honey, I love you.
ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sweet, sweet honey, I love you.


I want to savor you, my wolf,
and spice you up with witchery;
I’ll take it slow and drive you nuts,
Then leave you in the bain-marie.

I want to slice you up, my wolf,
And peel you like a bergamot;
I’ll skin you till you’ve nothing left
Until (how very strange!) I let you go.



Refrain:

ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sweet, sweet honey, I love you.
ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sweet, sweet honey, I love you.


Your salt-and-pepper locks will join —
like sweet-and-sour— my angel hair.

I want to stuff you till you choke
On me, my wolf, and gasp for air;
So set the table one more time,
And I’ll provide the bill of fare.

I know you want to spoil me, my wolf,
And dredge me like a pound of chops;
So if that’s really to your taste,
I’ll pull out all the stops.


Refrain:

ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sweet sweet honey, I love you.
ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sweet, sweet honey, I love you.

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