i'm a coyote fainting
we are both in this painting
we'll get a slice of the nice
& see everything twice
oh these lick-tricks on this sugar cruise
you've got moves like booze
the sun gets wet
it gives us puddle power
i'm a blushing arrowhead
and you're a quiver
thrust our beaks into the deja-viewfinder
reverse-thirst
lay in the lake lay down in the lake ya
arthur rustles that curtain in the moonlight
the promiscuous moonlight