Lovething

Shoulda been a cool scene,
Like honey on a ripped queen.
I thought it was a day-dream,
But it must have been a lovething.

I smiled at the way that she told me,
"I just can't turn you a-loose."
She was a force majeure in her haute couture,
I was howlin' at the moon.
That's when I jumped out of her window,
Before my monkey could cook her goose.