Making Your Bed

It was snowy and cold I was hopeless and frozen
With the need to feel the warmth of your skin
Once the drinks started winning and wheels started spinning
On this one man rescue mission

You left me high and dry dear but I cannot think clear
Now I'm bending hell straight to your door
One more act in this play the end ain't too far away
The crowd will get what they paid for

And I am, I am, I am gonna take you from your man
Oh well I am, baby yes, you know I am

It's my bed and you made it and sometime you'll stay
You have your cake and eat it too
You wrote the rules to this game but I can no longer play
Standing runner up to your other fool

I no longer eat, I no longer sleep
I hardly take care of myself
You see I'm the same man, I feel your pleasure and pain
Not content to be a toy on your shelf

And I am, I am, I am gonna take you from your man
Oh well I am, baby yes, you know I am

Imagining how good it will be as the miles rolling in under me
Imagining how good it will be.
How good it all will be to finally set things right
I'm taking you with me

It was snowy and cold, I was hopeless and frozen
All I had to hold was a gun
When the drinks started winning the room started spinning
Left no question what had to be done

And I am, I am, I am gonna take you from your man
Oh well I am, baby yes, you know I am
And I am I am I am...



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Bettencourt
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