(Hot Pool Of) Womanneed

That happy updraft that wafts me hither
Spurned by man nor beast. Draws my love-a-bubblin' in there
Into that hot pool of Womanneed
Like the rud of two sticks wooden
This Womanneed is old as fire
The burnin' lure of that kissy puddin's
The ancient curse of mankinds desire. Oh Womanneed
I got the faith
Oh the power that flows so sweet
From the tower of salvation. To that hot pool of Womanneed
As Jacob said to Isaiah
In them biblin' days of yore. Man that babe is a tomata
Oh my Lord I'm longin' for. Like the funnel of the tornado
Like the whirlpool of stromy seas
My head spins to the serenado of that wanton Womanneed