Holla

The horn went up
To the table
She's a tigress
She loves beer
Chorus:
All I could think to yell was
'holla'
The horn went up
But never repeated
And when they ask
She answers 'holla'

Go up a little more, baby
It doesn't reach my vein
That's the best part
It feels like existence

Deep love is
The least
But never too much
Since it gives you
More sex.