I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said:
Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Oh my oh my do the women glow. Too bad we can’t teleport them all from the Land of Oz with three clicks of her heels. I think Dorothy needs a good over-the-knee.
Those Aussie voices. Seriously. The voices. Mr Always Has The Words would be a bumbling fool at the first syllable, I fear.
But good thing for me, this red-white-and-blue Stars and Stripes motherfucker rises to the occasion. Don’t get where I am in life by pussing out. So when you give me your submission, you can bet your sweet little ass you are gonna hear the thunder.
This thunder sweetheart is in the form of a Texas-sized, sideways-lighting, light-up-the-fucking-sky like the 4th of July, hide-your-car cause God is raining down hail so big to make insurance adjusters cringe kinda thunder, aimed square at your mind, body, and soul.
So best be screaming those sounds to make my neighbors pussies wet. I want them to hear the thunder too, coming right out of your sweet pipes.
The beautiful face. The sexy ass body. The over-the-rainbow voice.
I see why they call it the Land of Plenty.