MACHINE GUN MEL

I can't teach other men how to be a sex symbol. Every time I try, the recruit ends up tongue-tied with his foot in a bucket, and I end up the villain for believing in him. However, as a guy, I can tell women how to be sexy. Four letters MEL K. May she take five minutes from her relentless, fearless quest for truth and justice to know how incomparably physically and spiritually sexy she is. Everything about this lady drives me bonkers in all the right ways. Podcaster Mel K is an extremely unsung living legend of freedom who will be recorded alongside the greatest selfless truth-seeking superstars--to Biblical proportions, as this song hopefully expresses.

MACHINE GUN MEL
Even from Eden’s Garden.
You’d be found by stardom.
You’d crush the snake.
Set both fools straight.

You’re an Esther turning heads.
A sultry Magdalen.
Fish multiply in your hand.

The glow of Rachel.
Eyes of Leah.
True as Mary.
A hot Bathsheba.

The glow of Rachel.
Eyes of Leah.
True as Mary.
A hot Bathsheba.

And if you were Jezebel.
I’d give you living water at the forgiving well.
It don’t always sell.
But history will tell.
At the gates of hell.
Between the mortar shells.
Others fell. But I bow.
Marry me Machine Gun Mel.

Their suits, their ranks, titles, tanks.
Bombs, bottomless banks.
Their guns, their lies, and legal traps.
Mel kicks their tail in her baseball cap.

I’m a row plowed by Ruth
Cuz you’re Sara cheating youth.
Oh, so sensuous is truth.

The songs of Deborah.
Anna the seer.
Clever Rebecca.
Jael and her cleaver.

The songs of Deborah.
Anna the seer.
Clever Rebecca.
Jael and her cleaver.

And if you were Jezebel.
I’d give you living water at the forgive well.
It don’t always sell.
But history will tell.
At the gates of hell.
Between the mortar shells.
Others fell. But I bow.
Marry me Machine Gun Mel.