Sloppy Thoughts

Someone call a doctor
Coz I think that I'm dead
Or I maybe going crazy
From the things that I think

Get, get, get me to a shower
Cold water on my skin is so good
Then stick me in a fire
It won't warm half as much as you

I just gotta keep on moving
Rhythm got me tapping my feet
What am I thinking?
Of a dead mans bed

I don't need no camera
Coz you're stuck in my head
You got me feeling sloppy
But I'm stuck at work

Now these sloppy feelings
Ain't all about sex
But I gotta tell you
Right now I'm sitting real weird

Now you know I wanna eat you
Got my own chocolate sauce
Then I'm gonna hold you
My chest under your head

I run, run, run across the border
Leaving that vision far behind
An echo of the feeling
Swims behind my eyes

No, please don't call the doctor
Don't let them lock me away
It's my Twisted Temptress
Got me feeling this way

© 2005, Mosquitobyte