Fly Me to the Moon, Baby

Fly me to the moon, Baby
You don’t need no tickets
You do need lips,
Full,wet and sensuous
Strong arms and a body
That will take me up some hills
Then also down them gently
You need some sweet words,
Fresh roses,
And a night off, naturally
A dinner will do wonders
Just as will a bottle, but
Nothing cheap you hear?
That’s not me
And you need a bed
That’s not too soft,
That’s got pretty covers
Yes, fly me to the moon, Baby,
And don’t you wait so long
Those moons have a way
Of disappearing
Behind some bastard cloud.