Mazy Miss Maggie

A face seen through the glow

of the setting sun,

her voice calls to me.

And when I desire to caress

those cheeks once more

She closes the door on me.

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She winds my mind

in serpentine.

She gives me kicks.

She's a real groovy chick.

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

When she walks into the room,

I just go ape

over her shape.

I want to escape.

With Mazy Miss Maggie.

Eyes that glaze over

with the games she likes to play.

We're headed for cover.

What can I say?

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She winds my mind

in serpentine.

She gives me kicks.

She's a real groovy chick.

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

Mazy Mama supreme,

And will she let me see

why I call her

Mazy Miss Maggie!