FLOOR PLAY
Michael Dyer
© 2006

My baby love that floor play.  That what she always say.
My baby love,  that floor play.  That what she always say.
We play it on, my big brass bed, floor playin’ ‘til we’re breathless and red.

We play our floor play, off the floor.  It keep’s us comin’, back for more.
We play our floor play, off the floor.  It keep’s us comin’, back for more.
When there ain’t no big, brass bed, I use my head; do som’n else instead.

Floor play only with someone you love.  One can be below and the other above.
Floor play only with someone you love.
One can be below and the other, the other, the other, one above.

“What dat floor play?” you may ask. It’s better than, any household task.
“What dat floor play?” you still may ask.  Oh, better than any wine-filled flask.
Bounce your baby, on your knee.  Then give her a little tickle for me.
Bounce your baby, off your knee.  Then give her a little kiss for me.
Squeeze your baby, on your lap. Then give her a good ol’ love tap.
Now give her a good little lovin’, little lovin’, little lovin’ slap.

Mama love floor play.  Yes, she do.  Mama love it more than her chicken stew.
Papa love floor play.  Yes, he do.  Papa love it more than his bubbly brew.

Everybody love that floor play. That’s how we got here today.
Everybody love that floor play.
That’s how we got to be here, be here, be here, be here, be here, today!

My dog love floor play.  My cat do too, but not with each other.  (This ain’t no zoo.)
Is it more fun with a wig or mask?
If you’re wonderin’ “Huh?” then you’re too young to ask!
I’m her sugar daddy and she’s my sugar baby.
Maybe, just maybe, thay be floor play, be floor play, be floor play, today.

If there ain’t no big, brass bed, then never you mind. Use a cot instead.
If there ain’t no cot around at all, then never you mind. You can use the hall.
If the hall’s behind locked doors.
Never you mind. There’s always, always, always, always, always, the floors!

When we’re old an lyin’ in our beds, we still can floor play, in our heads.
If we’re sick or alone instead, we can still floor play, in our head.
We all need floor play, instead of meds.
So keep on, keep on, floor playin’, floor playin’,floor playin’, floor playin’,
‘til we’re dead.