Black Mamba — Jethro Tull

Hand in the snake pit - black mamba chase.

Head through the lions cage - head on a plate.

Two feet on the hot coals - last dance at the ball.

Blindfold on the tightrope - whenever you call.

Be my slippery slider, black mamba crawl over me.

Dark thoughts of the sleepless - hung out to dry.

Slip through the bedclothes - unblinking eye.

Long tongue flickering - fixed stare grip.

Sweet venomous potion, held to my lip.

Be my slippery slider, black mamba crwal over me.

A tropical whisper. a sibilant kiss.

Soft strike teasing. dangerous bliss.