How good it must be In your bed Let me slip beneath the pile The sky tells me nothing worthwhile It will rain again it said And me so alone in my bed I think of people of my years Who take wives, husbands, or lovers For their stormy nights ahead How good it is In your bed How the feathers are so snug I would enter like a drug If you werent so noisy right Too many sermons in the night Are you scared of me touching you? Open your sheets Shut your mouth too Now its too late Im there Its almost too hot In your bed Beneath the thick blanketing Turn off the lights its upsetting Come close to me I beg of you Ill enjoy what you do Just say how and just say when And if a gourmand de crme I must have someone At all costs But still you must realise Before tomorrows sunrise Lest you desire it Or dream If you touch me Ill.......scream!