Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours
We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree
We can do anything that turns you up
and sets you free
You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern Girl, could you want me?
So come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on to see if we fit
And with our roots become a tree
To shade what we make under it