Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

I wanna, lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, know what-what's your fantasy Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah,

I want every other freckle Oh oh oh oh oh (oh oh oh oh oh) I want to share your mouthful I want to do all the things your lungs do so well I’m gonna bed into you like a cat prance into a beanbag Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet

Ya' gotta give a little something to a cold dog cat, Finding him a woman who can shake like that, Hottie! She's a hottie! Got a smokin' little body! String bikini and a barbed-wire tat (tattoo) She's a rockin' that cowboy hat ! Hottie! She's a hottie!

That was on your place in bed I've got a mind to give up living And go shopping instead That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead Pick me up a tombstone And be pronounced dead Well, I read your letter this morning Oh, when I read your letter this

Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

Everyone in the world has gone to bed One night or another With fear or pain or loss or disappointment And yet each of us has awakened arisen It's amazing, wherever that abides in the human being There is the nobleness of the human spirit Sing to him,

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

And you pull my hips so close; volume goes with the truth When I'm home alone, I just dance by myself The kid was all right but it went to his head Signing off "I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a pen." I'm all right in bed, but I'm better with a