Kneeling 'neath your ceiling,
Yes, I guess I'll be here
for a while.
I'm tryin' to read your portrait,
but,
I'm helpless, like a rich
man's child.
How come you send someone
out to have me barred?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey, why are you so hard?
Like a poor fool in his prime,
Yes, I know you can hear me
walk,
But is your heart made out
of stone, or is it lime,
Or is it just solid rock?
Well, I rush into your hallway,
Lean against your velvet door.
I watch upon your scorpion
Who crawls across your circus
floor.
Just what do you think you
have to guard?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey, but you're so hard.
Achilles is in your alleyway,
He don't want me here,
He does brag.
He's pointing to the sky
And he's hungry, like a man
in drag.
How come you get someone like
him to be your guard?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey. but you're so hard.
Marco Giunco |
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