Hands-on Education
Why hello Mr. Mechanic man
I like those big hands of yours
Hope you dont mind me lookin.
I am just a good Southern girl
Raised in her mommas kitchen
So you are breathtakin to me
With your labor and toil and manly form.
Barefoot with pigtails I stand here watchin you work
Twirling my tongue around ice-cold sweet tea
I'm all grown up now and standin here looking at you
Do ya see me?
My sunkissed pigtails ticklin my bare shoulders
A bit of freckles and tanned bronze skin?
This isnt the body of a lil girl
I am a woman now.
I always liked a hard workin man
My Daddy sure was one
What I'm wonderin in my innocent lil head
Is what those hands could teach me
And those contoured arms that strain as you work
I like that trickle of sweat running down
I'm feelin kinda funny
Standin with my legs stickin to my cotton skirt
It really is warm out here isnt it?
Cuz I feel the heat rising as my cheeks flush
And I cant stop staring at your hard body
If you wouldnt mind, Mr. Mechanic-
Would ya be willing to bring those big hands here
Let me wipe the oil, grease and sweat from your forehead
I can kiss like candy
If you will show me what else a man can do with his hands.
