this whole thing feels like music to me
the way you move, the way you touch me.
i'm hesitant to say no, leaning toward yes
then again and again.
what happened? sundays used to be so boring.
lion in a cage, docile, soft and cuddly
it all feels so natural, that's it
i feel so natural, don't i?
i'm not pretending. but i'm scared to relax,
you might flex your claws
and haunt me till you're forgotten.
that's the best thing about the blues,
the way you can tell a conflict the moment it comes
sensually rolling off her tongue, torchy torch.
keep playing this song while sundays become good again
and let's ignore the less-wanted outcome