Nubile

She’s nubile
She’s ivy-draped
The wine-inspired priestess
Of Dionysus
She’s nubile
That august face
She’s got the moves
She’s got the jazz
Nubile
You better lead on
There’s a thousand pities
Nubile
You lead on
A thousand pities
She’s nubile
And will make you squirm
Like the siren’s
Signals blare
She’s nubile
A female votary
For a silver faun
A mere phallus-bearer
Nubile
You better lead on
There’s a thousand pities
Nubile
You lead on
A thousand pities