I Rule the Sheets

There's humor still in what we think
We're hot inside where we are pink
I say what's real and you don't blink
I'll learn to dance just like James Brown
We'll cut a rug when I'm in town
You lift off the ground so don't look down

I rule the sheets beneath your head
I love the things that make you red
I work three jobs to keep us fed
I must not be so good, then
So good then

I drive you nuts you drive me mad
You make me scared, but just a tad
And I just want you to think I'm bad
A tiny space between our toes
The smell of you stuffed up my nose
There's sweat and silence in the throes

I rule the sheets beneath your head
I love the things that make you red
I work three jobs to keep us fed
I must not be so good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then
So good, then



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Jones
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