A Man and His Tools
A man with a power-tool in his hand
I don’t care if it’s a drill,or something with which to sand.
Give him a power tool each and every day
Remove his shirt and oil him, that’s all that I can say.
He doesn’t need muscles that are rippling all about
Just a power tool gets me going, without a shadow of a doubt.
A walk up the street I see a man and his Kango hammer
It gets me all hot and dreamy, my words in a stammer.
Give him a drill I don’t care if it’s not plugged in
My heart misses a beat and he could make me sin.
So thanks to the gods that sent us power tools
Even if he can’t use them to me they are such jewels.
Power tools are sexy and I love them to bits
There’s a man across the road, and the tool pattern he fits.
He has a power drill on his shoulder, hedge cutters in his hand
I’ll finish this one later - I hope you’ll understand.
For nette's SEXY Competition
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