Bellybowl (Ferron)

Babe you are my bellybowl My soft shoe shuffle I come behind I follow whole For me there is no other I look into your eyes so deep I see how I may need you I waited for the truth to ring I only felt it blowing O aren't we a stylish class Devoid of spirit wailing We've not used leaves To wipe our ass Tomorrow we'll go sailing Ah, drink the water It tastes like wine And wine can smell of money Though money may snip the Kharmic line It turns our force to honey Honey for our cup of tea And honey for our toddies And honey for our minds so free And honey for our babies