I'm the man who wakes up in the middle of every night
My legs are steaming with rain beneath the cool, cool trees
The minute I touch you It ain't fair
I wanna be close to warm this awful home Through the middle of me
* The whole world loves a sad song That they don't have to sing
We hide in the hot house loaded with thrills
Second only to none here in this hot house We sit and sing and rant and rave
In our lovely hot house
Closed my eyes walking to the store Found our mattress Beside those old deadly trakes
We slept for a week Cinders on the sheets You went away you went away and
You called and said you had to stay another day
In our lovely hot house
