Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Brawlers gave their votes
And all that had become their souls
For a sip of mothers cold and ancient wrist
Pitbulls came and went
And wet themselves before they spent
The extra timing that it took to move their will

[Chorus]
You're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
You're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto

[Post-Chorus]
You're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I'd love to plough
You're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I'd love to plough

[Verse 2]
There's a valiant wall
They built up right before the war
Of extra graciously pretending not to sleep
Pour the loving down
Of those preliminary notions
Of a dog inhaling what he saw and reeks

[Chorus]
You're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
You're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto

[Post-Chorus]
You're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I'd love to plough
You're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I'd love to plough