In Your Bed - Marc Almond

How good it must be

In your bed

Let me slip beneath the pile

The sky tells me nothing worthwhile

It will rain again it said

And me so alone in my bed

I think of people of my years

Who take wives, husbands, or lovers

For their stormy nights ahead

How good it is

In your bed

How the feathers are so snug

I would enter like a drug

If you werent so noisy right

Too many sermons in the night

Are you scared of me touching you?

Open your sheets

Shut your mouth too

Now its too late

Im there

Its almost too hot

In your bed

Beneath the thick blanketing

Turn off the lights its upsetting

Come close to me

I beg of you

Ill enjoy what you do

Just say how and just say when

And if a gourmand de crme

I must have someone

At all costs

But still you must realise

Before tomorrows sunrise

Lest you desire it

Or dream

If you touch me

Ill… scream!