Moonbeam Woman

Who’s that sister, mader her own space
She’s got moondust in her 'fro
Damn we miss her sugarsome face
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go
Six months later she steamed up the van
We got no small surprise
Moonbeam woman sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land
Late arrival, never been kissed
Strode up sneaking in tongues
Settled nicely up to the wrist
Grinding to the bass and the drum
Three years later she’s back in her stride
Down Full Circle doin' the bump
Lovely Lady, up on her feet
She’s getting over the hump
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land
That poor old poet didn’t know so
But she cooked the wrong goose
She should have lapped it up
And licked it like we do with that juice
And if you ask her she just shrugs
And digs the life that she chose
My moonbeam woman, she sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows
Can’t stop, won’t stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down