Harm of Will

If there is a troubadour washing, it is he If there is a man about town, it is he If there is one to be sought, it is he If there are nine she's They are bought for me This way is as is she And he placed her unclothed Long, long, long-legged On top of the family tree And if he has chosen the point while she is under him Then leave her coily placed crouched sucking him For it is I With her on knee I leave her without pith or feel And leave her be, leave it be For he controls what there'll be He makes his face known to none For if he is seen, then all will And all will know Know me