Wrapped in the warmth of a lover's arms
seduced by his whispers and his charms
if I knew then he couldn't leave the farms
that would have set off many alarms.
He was quite the stallion, broad and strong
and he like to wear his hair rather long.
He loved to prance around in a thong
and that I knew was a little bit wrong.
One moonlit night we ventured a bit too far
off of the farm following a star.
Bathed in the light was a sight quite bizarre,
he wasn't a man at all he was a centaur!