waxing poetic, waxing profane

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Hold it at Bay

Even brief notes passed between us

Stir up those never old feelings

Thoughts of you are never far away and

I must always hold it at bay.

I go through all the motions

Of a respectable wife and mother

But when skin's on skin, my mind goes astray and

Oh! I must always hold it at bay.

'cause, yeah, you know "you make me

Wanna la la in the kitchen on the floor"

A brand new order of life is in sway and

I must always hold it at bay.