This Bed Is Getting Crowded

This bed is getting crowded, one, two, three
This bed is getting crowded, baby, who do you want me to be?
I’ll be your lover in the midnight, I’ll be your lover in the dawn
I’ll be your lover when the party’s raging long after everybody’s gone
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
No, this ain’t love
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
Call it what you want but it don’t feel like love to me
This bed is getting crowded, baby, something feels wrong
Let’s go somewhere quiet, somewhere we can be alone
You got a statue in your front yard and it bleeds on cue
All these arms and legs and limbs, baby, who do you want me to do?
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
No, this ain’t love
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
Call it what you want but it don’t feel like love to me
This bed is getting crowded, I look up it’s four a. m
Am I here with you, are you here with me? Or are we both here with him?
I’ll be your lover in the midnight, I’ll be your lover in the dawn
I’ll be your lover when the party’s in full swing, baby, I’ll be your lover
when everybody’s gone
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
No, this ain’t love
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
Call it what you want but it don’t feel like love to me
This ain’t love, this ain’t love
This ain’t love, this ain’t love …