Step inside my bedroom.
It holds a warm body
That makes sounds of lust
Step inside my bedroom.
I holds a mind of its own
That releases nothing but laundry
Step inside my bedroom.
It holds a heart of green
That embraces all but hate
Step inside my mind.
Which holds a body hot with anxiety
Who makes lustful tunes of surgical desire
Step inside my mind.
It holds a bedroom if it’s own
That realeases all ‘out phased’ laundry
Step inside my mind.
It holds a heart of mine
Step inside my heart.
It holds a mind of theirs.