I Rule the Sheets - Stephen & the Strangers

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

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