Smoother than a tiger in a tuxedo
All alone with his libido.
Smooth sailing over land, over sea,
He meets his tsunami.
She bowls him over in an instant.
He becomes a blubbering infant.
Now, how many tears can this ocean hold?
Why’s the water unclear and so cold?
This sinking ship is worth sinking,
The wavering sea is now blinking.
Washed up on the shore.
Once more he feels sure, he’s
smoother than a tiger in a tuxedo
Until again she starts to blow.