Scent Of A Woman

Neath full moon light I lie in bed
A crown of garlic upon my head
For in the night my lover stalks
Among werewolves he now walks

Stench of cloves too much to bear
It permeates my long blonde hair
I shiver from the floor boards creak
My love this night, comes to seek

Thank goodness for this garlic worn
It keeps me safe till early morn
When I wake and see the rising sun
My night of terror will then be done

I take the garlic from upon my head
I will make some tasty garlic bread
He can't remember and I don't tell
Sweetly says, you sure smell swell