Hot damn!
Cold sweat.
I'm breaking out in a fever-
you got me possessed.
When I'm with you
my heart is limber-
like a graveyard made of wood
and somebody yelled timber.
The veins are popping up almost right out of my skin-
like snakes crawling all up from underneath-
charmed to the sweet music you're playing.
Like a long distance dedication on the radio of my heart-
crusted-
dusted-
from the fading static-
my knobs no longer busted.
Now I'm shaking in my boots-
like a bowl filled with Elvis jello.
You got me turning-
burning-
no longer yearning-
twisted up and chewed-
spit out on the table top-
ready to be devoured-
by you YOU and ONLY YOU!
Now I'm just like a pretzel-
all hot with fire and ready to be lathered in your special sauce.
Gimme a shot of that love from your pea popping pistol-
my head turns right 'round baby 'round-
and before I know it-
whoops there I go
falling down the steps-
to lay in wait-
knowing that as long as you wear your filthy frightgown
you'll come on down
to pick me up-
and spider walk right into the black hole of my soul-
so I can be possessed
again again-
again.
***In celebration of our first five filthy years tou-gether. We're just getting started.
From Manitou,
with love,
to Filthy Regan.***
