You Might Need My Hands

You might need my hands. You might need my arms. You might need a lot of things from me. I wonder if I will give them to you. Might have to ask me more than once or you might not. Just remember, you kissed me first and you said you loved me first Ms. Revisionist.
Just ask Mr. Hall and Mr. Johnson and they'll tell you about the glade, a keg and a steak.

Well woman, I'll say this much about you, you always smell good. Got to go write a story about someone I know. See you around.