Well spoken, house broken man. Strong enough to make a living off the land. He's laying off the Bourbon and the weed, and he's living life like living's supposed to be. And he's loving like a man is meant to do, until the night is through. The woman of my dreams went walkling by. Slaving in the kitchen, baking me a pumpkin pie. She's tumbling down the mountain at full speed, and she's taking care of me and my every need.