I Rule the Sheets

There’s humor still in what we think
We’re hot inside where we are pink
I say what’s real and you don’t blink
I’ll learn to dance just like James Brown
We’ll cut a rug when I’m in town
You lift off the ground so don’t look down
I rule the sheets beneath your head
I love the things that make you red
I work three jobs to keep us fed
I must not be so good, then
I drive you nuts you drive me mad
You make me scared, but just a tad
And I just want you to think I’m bad
A tiny space between our toes
The smell of you stuffed up my nose
There’s sweat and silence in the throes
I rule the sheets beneath your head
I love the things that make you red
I work three jobs to keep us fed
I must not be so good, then