want to get into the fruits of your labour
got my tongue all over your flavour
let me get up right in your aroma
got my tongue a bowcat diploma

oooh hoo bowcat tonight

smacking my mouth at the thought of your lips
want to get my hands tight round your hips
baby come on slip out of your clothes
want your scent all up in my nose

ooh hoo bowcat tonight

working away on your hatch like i own it
now my face looks like a glazed donut
hope you can see the glint in my eyes
my heads at home right between your thighs

ooh hoo bowcat tonight