Some say that we furs are pervy
Call us furverts and claim that we're nerdy
But I'm not slut on the scene
Hanging on anyone whose costume is keen
I don't yiff every predator just 'cause I'm prey
Going straight, gay, bi and every which way
With the dragons and protoplasms every day
I'm looking for love and commitment
And when I saw you strolling into the convention lounge
With those exquisite markings of silvery black and caramel brown
My mind was made up right then and there
And when we slowdanced with glowsticks
There was magic in the air
No doubt in my mind, baby
I've got my five-thousand-year-old shapeshifting heart set on you
Squirrel you know it's true
I'm saving all my yiff for you
I want to know what yiff is and I want you to show me
I want to scritch all night long
Locate the synapses -- touch them repeatedly -- inducing pleasure
All night long, baby, all night long, 'til the rise of dawn
Baby, all night long, at the hotel room at the Anthrocon
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022