The music in the backgroud whispers a faint sound into my ear,
"Come over here; come play with us, you have nothing to fear,"
I slowly dance myself over to the stereo,

Every morning I wake up & its you I see,
It's you who talks to me,
Bright & early at 6 in the morning,
We shimmy down and get warm and cozy,

Underneath the blankets; where we lay,

Hold my hand and never let go,
For thou I believe it'll be you and I forever,
The scent of you goes to bed with me everynight,

Everyone has their own bedroom confessions,
Whether they are dirty, passionate or of the nature of masochism,
I'll take you behind these closed doors,
Where all the anger and aggression lay,