Nini Lee

As we sat in a circle, thumping away, in our makeshift basement percussion band
My lonely eyes strayed to the girl at my right bouncing a beat on a big rubber ball
So much like a child on a Hoppity Horse, so much like a woman, I could barely stand
The tension that mounted with each brazen bounce, and as my libido heard the call

My lonely eyes strayed to the girl at my right, bouncing a beat on a big rubber ball
Thrashing her head in tune to the music of pummeling fingers she made me feel
The tension that mounted with each brazen bounce, and as my libido heard the call
I was slowly entranced by her pink, pouting lips, and her soft, supple thighs made my senses reel

Thrashing her head in tune to the music of pummeling fingers she made me feel
Like a man who is starving, but not for food, and whose thoughts have crossed far beyond the risque
I was slowly entranced by her pink, pouting lips, and her soft, supple thighs made my senses reel
And her cute ponytail whipped up and down as she closed her blue eyes in a passionate way

Like a man who is starving, buy not for food, and whose thoughts have crossed far beyond the risque
How I knew that the ball wedged beneath Nini Lee, if it were alive, would be bouncing with glee
And her cute ponytail whipped up and down as she closed her blue eyes in a passionate way
And that night, as I eagerly lay down to sleep, I knew I would dream about sweet Nini Lee.