I met a woman
Who had spirits in her, wild and untamed
Who galloped like wild mares, with lips like piranhas
And I took her in, and she was only a hurricane
Storming past me without looking back
It seems the wilderness was calling her name.
Then I married a woman
Who was nearly a virgin, a woman of little experience
And on the wedding night, she made sounds only the jungle knew
It was as if there was a zoo inside her
So many caged animals, so many imprisoned beasts
Wanting to come out of their confinement
And pounce on the zoo-keeper
Holding his six-foot something flesh
As a piece of raw meat.