By the babbling brook in yonder field
I spied my love lavishly lusting after me;
Under the swanky Swansea sycamore tree concealed,
Earnestly yearning each other voraciously;
In mid July, I wonder why
The weather so sultry sweltering and humid is
Beneath a sticky, sweating summer sky
Parched lips quench their thirst in a juicy kiss
Under the swanky Swansea sycamore tree
Where the sweltering sun kiss the blue heavens
In a fairly fun-tastic field near Swansea
Two bodies dance like a pair of sexy swans
