Well, I woke up and rolled over hard this morning;
The early light breaks through the warmth
I touch and kiss, hoping to succeed,
With subtle hints of my instinctive need
It feels like something's gotten in our way,
You reach around and check the space
It doesn't take much to make me go,
In the early light a little to and fro
It never seems to get enough of it
It never seems to get this way
Looks won't kill and a squeeze is a thrill,
If it dies I only know of one way
Know of one way
I need a little inspiration