Toil And Trouble

Just a lock of her and a jar of her breath
It might work this time, yes, oh yes
Hold your horses, your tremors and glee
Alright, alright, alright, alright
She’s gonna love me
Oh yes, she will
Mix it in, keep an eye on your broth and your watch
Sometimes the slow simmer turns into a boil
I’m afraid it’s the only way this can end
Alright, alright, alright
She’s gonna love me
Oh yes, she will
She’s gonna love me
Yes, yes, she will