I cannot say ‘oh sweetness’ like he could
cause I cannot play a lullaby like it should
I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she’s got that torment to a fine art
smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-A-cat i’m looking up as i’m lying on my back
bite the beast if i want a big piece of the pie but she’s taken the feast in the blink of an eye
I can-not-jus-ti-fy what’s going on - it feels so right when it seems so wrong
like a plot hatched in the sweet spot of that trap- ask what she’s schemes
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she say ‘oh this and that’ then she snaps like a camera in black with a flash
puts the drum in the drama the hand in the clap
she’s a map with no bearings attached – no safety-in-this-match fire you can’t catch
then zap I was struck by that bolt before dawn then by breakfast honey
we was signed and sworn
I’ll give you all night movie marathon and a triple expresso so you can stay awake
it might be late – but it’s never too late for that lovin
my sexy babe something always telling me
‘save prayers before dawn’ cos what happens when I’m with you
makes me shake my head then smile and yawn I’m worn out but I’m beaming
and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange old morning door