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At Sunday, noon, they�re all asleep ..
I�d like to find the coffee pot
The sleeping bodies here and there ..
The weekend seemed to go so fast ..
I think I�ll stick with my old crowd,
I wish that I had stayed at home ..
I didn�t want to come at all ..
That man in bed .. what was his name?
It�s funny that I fell like that ..
I guess I�ll give up .. go to bed.
He�s calling me, "Where are you, Girl?"
I see him waiting there for me
I climb back into bed with him ..
So tenderly he pulls me down,
We slowly sink into the world
Our love complete, he holds me close
"You know, I think I love you,"says
"Please say you�ll see me all next week?"
He stirs beside me, skin to skin ..
Jacqueline Allen
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I don�t know what to do.
The bathroom door is blocked right off ..
I�ve tripped on someone�s shoe.
Or have a cup of tea ..
How odd to feel so all alone ..
The first one up is me.
I don�t know all their names ..
I listened to their acid rock
But stayed out of their games.
The new week�s just ahead ..
Why do I feel so all alone?
I should have stayed in bed!
They�re not as wild as this.
I didn�t think I�d land in bed
From just a friendly kiss.
My old life seems so tame.
I wonder if it leaves a scar ..
Will I be quite the same?
A girlfriend said I should.
I asked if I could leave at will ..
She said of course I could.
He took me with great ease.
He�d obviously been around
And thought I was a tease.
I thought I had more sense.
When he first layed me on the bed,
I wasn�t even tense.
He seems to be awake.
Last night I was a virgin but
I�ve nothing more at stake.
Can�t he recall my name?
At Sunday, noon, while they�re asleep,
I�ll never be the same.
Between the rumpled sheets.
I think of making love last night ..
It makes my heart skip beats.
His arms he opens wide.
Does a young girl feel like this
The night she is a bride?
His body pressed to mine.
He kisses me with open mouth ..
His lips still taste of wine.
That only lovers share.
Beyond this room we�re strangers, but,
For now, we really care.
And smokes a cigarette.
No matter what my new life brings,
This man I�ll not forget.
This man with deep blue eyes.
"I may not know you well just yet,
But I�m not telling lies."
I weakly answer, "Yes."
The outcome of our romance, well,
We�ll both just have to guess.
We both drift off to sleep.
At Sunday, noon .. at Sunday, noon,
Contentment is complete.
27/10/74
