I’m streetwise, I’m a savvy gal,
I safeguard what is mine.
A guy can’t push my buttons with
Just any pickup line.
But zodiac vocabulary
Loosens me like wine;
A lad can find my sweet spot if
He murmurs, “What’s your sign?”
So let him woo with astral chat
And tease with words like trine –
My horoscope foretells that I
Will swiftly get supine.
On the natal chart that sways my heart
The planets all align
To make my glad parts vibrate when
A date purrs, “What’s your sign?”