Messy

 

“Messy” by Rebecca Pearcy from Constellation

“Caught in your tender trap,
Is that how you like it?
Do you like it like that?

Snared in the silence of
Your neat and orderly memories.

Is that where you want me?
Where you want me?
Where you want me?

Messy

Got my groove on
In the afternoon,
On your birthday
In my birthday suit.

Deep in the solitude
Of my lonely room.

No one has to know,
No one has to know,
No one has to know.
How can you keep a secret
So sweet?

It’s messy.

Got my groove on
In honor of you
And all the things we haven’t done
But I’d like to do with you
Some day, some day, some day soon.

Ba da da da ….

It’s a secret I can’t keep
A gift I won’t receive.
Wait for the other shoe to drop,
This temptation to stop.
Some day, some day, some day soon.”