The Big Room

Over to you, I’ll come down
Kiss your toes and we’ll get lost
In this big room
We can dance
And nobody has to lead if they don’t want to
And nobody has to know if we don’t want to
The few smiles she has left can bloom
In this big room

Maybe we can wake up to each other
And you can use those thin fingers of yours
And help me with my shaving cream
And all my innocent wet dreams

Sway away inside your scent
Now we’re in the big room (where it’s quiet)
And I could be your slave
I could brush your teeth and buy you perfume
Everything will be just like you remember
You can have things differently, too
I’m at your door
Lay down if you want to

I’ll figure out everything equation
You’ll never get anything wrong again

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Written by Spencer MacEachern
on December 11th, 2002