Dont cross your legs baby,

And trap the love inside,

Love is accepting hurt,

It makes you filthy inside,

Im writing with a blue pen,

My brown is no where in sight,

Writing by puurple candlelight,

 

Cuchulainn was awoken,

Irish Children step outside,

Drive the Devil out of Ireland,

To keep our purity alive,

My love took him on a merry dance,

That summer God never cried,

 

She awoke the hound of culainn,

From his sick bed,

Where he did hide,

Come back to me baby,

Or Im'm gonna go blind.

 

Dont cross your legs baby,

And trap the love you found,

It might keep you warm,

But your a tease ,

If Im not around,