This Bed Is Getting Crowded - Alejandro Escovedo

This bed is getting crowded, one, two, three

This bed is getting crowded, baby, who do you want me to be?

I’ll be your lover in the midnight, I’ll be your lover in the dawn

I’ll be your lover when the party’s raging long after everybody’s gone

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

No, this ain’t love

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

Call it what you want but it don’t feel like love to me

This bed is getting crowded, baby, something feels wrong

Let’s go somewhere quiet, somewhere we can be alone

You got a statue in your front yard and it bleeds on cue

All these arms and legs and limbs, baby, who do you want me to do?

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

No, this ain’t love

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

Call it what you want but it don’t feel like love to me

This bed is getting crowded, I look up it’s four a.

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Am I here with you, are you here with me?

Or are we both here with him?

I’ll be your lover in the midnight, I’ll be your lover in the dawn

I’ll be your lover when the party’s in full swing, baby, I’ll be your lover

when everybody’s gone

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

No, this ain’t love

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

Call it what you want but it don’t feel like love to me

This ain’t love, this ain’t love

This ain’t love, this ain’t love …