Ripe

[Jim Colyer]

She turned 25 just last week
A mature woman in her prime
Her breasts are lovely, high and firm
I marvel at those hips and thighs

She's Ripe
Like apples on a tree
Ripe
Like grapes on a vine
Ripe
Like peaches from the south
Ripe
This woman's all mine

Her eyes, they sparkle oh so blue
Her lips are full with tender kiss
Her brown hair hangs low on her back
Her body's supple, warm and rich.

She's Ripe
Like apples on a tree
Ripe
Like grapes on a vine
Ripe
Like peaches from the south
Ripe
This woman's all mine

And when she gives me all her riches
I know that I'm a lucky man

Solo

She slips out of her lingerie
Our naked bodies lay entwined
She gives herself so naturally
Her sex is hot, it's oh so fine

She's Ripe
Like apples on a tree
Ripe
Like grapes on a vine
Ripe
Like peaches from the south
Ripe
This woman's all mine

Jim Colyer ascap