There Was A Thump, Then Another - You, Me, And Everyone We Know

There was a thump, then another*

That came quicker than the others

And yet, try as I may

They kept speeding up that way

I was the same two consonants

I just wanted u, all vowels

There was some twisting and some turning

Like Sam Cooke dancing on my bowels

What makes you hot like an oven

Sweat like a barrel

Of a shotgun pointed at you

Held by the devil

I wouldn’t call it love

But my heart sure is pumping blood

It isn’t pretty but it works

No it’s not sharp but it still hurts

I wouldn’t call it love

But my heart sure is pumping blood

It isn’t pretty but it works

No it’s not sharp but it still hurts

Sway to the right

Snake under charm, I couldn’t fight

Without thought she took my hand

It seems she’s already made plans

Now my feet keep shifting nervously

Stripping shine right off the floor

And my sweat glands keep shouting

We can’t take it any more

What makes you hot like an oven

Sweat like a barrel

Of a shotgun pointed at you

Held by the devil

I wouldn’t call it love

But my heart sure is pumping blood

It isn’t pretty but it works

No it’s not sharp but it still hurts

I wouldn’t call it love

But my heart sure is pumping blood

It isn’t pretty but it works

No it’s not sharp but it still hurts

What makes you hot like an oven

Sweat like a barrel

Of a shotgun pointed at you

Held by the devil

I wouldn’t call it love

But my heart sure is pumping blood

It isn’t pretty but it works

No it’s not sharp but it still hurts

I wouldn’t call it love

But my heart sure is pumping blood

It isn’t pretty but it works

No it’s not sharp but it still hurts

I was the same two consonants