The Spitfire

[Verse] Goddess of the night, lips precise in the dark, Hauk Tuah girl got that rhythm, life’s spark, Like Da Vinci with the brush, finesse in every stroke, Artistry in privacy, makin’ lovers choke. [Verse 2] Nation’s pride under the sheets, whispers of delight, Movin’ mountains with her craft, no end in sight, Legacy in the midnight creases of our beds, Spitfire in her soul, feelin' what she said. [Chorus] Call her the Spitfire, master of the game, A symphony of intimacy, can’t forget her name, With cheeks and tongue, got that punky flair, Celebratin' connection, nothin' can compare. [Bridge] Not just a tease, but a lesson, straight from the heart, Precision in her movements, every part an art, Cheeky humor mixed with reverence, blendin’ just right, Behind closed doors, she shines so bright. [Verse 3] Playful arts, sacred, cherished in the quiet night, Whispers turn to music, in the pale moonlight, Master of her craft, elevate the humble joys, Creatin' connections, in the midst of all the noise. [Chorus] Call her the Spitfire, master of the game, A symphony of intimacy, can’t forget her name, With cheeks and tongue, got that punky flair, Celebratin' connection, nothin' can compare.