Freaking Funk  


everything you say I like

like everything we’ll do tonight

I can’t help myself

I don’t want to start now

we're a recipe for disaster

pain prescription

the French 1st edition

of a Baudelaire transcription

this is the you and me

nobody sees

this is the you I need

nobody gets to me

the way you do


crawling out a car window going 55

climbing though my window ‘round midnight

mile high boots trimmed in voodoo blue

nobody gets to me

the way you do


the night charged with a nervous magic

a room with the scent of sin

you opened the door to eternity

then invited me in

a sacrificial totem

a holy fool

nobody gets to me

the way you do


onion night

peeling

crying

spicing our appetite

till we’ve had our full

nobody gets to me

the way you do


climbing up to the peak

sliding down to release

the view from here

is ecstasy