The road was wet, the moon was high.

The road was wet, the moon was high.

We were alone, just her and I.

The starts were bright, her eyes were too.

I knew just what she wanted to do.

So with my courage, I did my best,

and I laid my hand upon her breast.

I knew she was ready, but I didn't know how.

Because it was my first time ever,

milking a cow.