"You will lick it or I will cause you pain!"
Leather of her sole is fine-grained.
Unbound days are gone,
I no longer roam,
'Cause my baby just a-roped me and fettered.

"Don't you call me 'honey,'" she says as she bends
Her foot toward my mouth, which is wide open.
My tongue's very long,
It's leaving its home,
'Cause my baby just a-roped me and fettered.

Well she roped me and fettered,
Said she couldn't take my smart-mouth no mo'.
Glistening licker's slicking her sole front to back
My baby says, "Once a-mo'!"
Me: "OK."

I find as I lick it, it's got a good taste,
As scrumptious as preschool white paste.
Then I start a-chawin',
Till leather's a-gone,
And my baby's toes start a-gettin' wetter.

Her toes are gettin' wetter
And they're ticklish--she can't take no mo'
"Listen, Mr. Tickler, now please put your tongue back,
I must go to the store.
Right away."

Now she's a-trippin' and one foot's in pain.
If she falls, she might get a sprain.
Though the sole is gone,
She keeps trudgin' on.
And then my baby bought new boots and a tether,
And on the way home, she a-roped me a heifer.