That's a Goose, Not a Hen

They're dark, desperately mean
Soft to the touch, but cannot be seen
And yet later than soon
Out a cocoon in the shape of the moon
The cold it fades away fast
Five drinks have passed, knocked me onto my ass
I'm aching for touch, craving some sweet
Might give 'em a call so I got somewhere to sleep

Benign, clear as their skin
I open our front door for you but I cannot let you in
The thought of getting real snug, undressing in bed
And catching your bug
And then, without any lull, pierce right through my skull
Inevitable
It's making me faint, making me weep
To know that tonight I am feeling complete with

Mai tai's and watching you walk away
Laying low with the rumbles of time in L.A.
(rumbles of time in L.A.)
I know you said you'd never spend the night
Well that's a stupid rule anyway
We'll be pissed either way, but with you my heart is a-okay

You make me end every night
If you're here or not with Marlboro Lights
Graffiti won't fade, the roses are black
Just one of those nights when I'll stand in the back
With one hand in my pocket, one hand in the sky
Two feet on the ground, two tears in my eye
One for you and one for me with plenty of space in between