Trip Shakespeare Late
Late, a hand on my shoulder does shake me
Late, the woman who loves me, she does wake me
Dark, in her nightgown, she searches into my eyes
And she lays her hand down on my side
she said, Dear I want you to tell me you forgive me
I know tonight at the party I was too free
Dar, in her nightgown, she's easy to forgive
She knows she owns me while she lives
I said, Dear I think of the party as a great blur
Although I'm sure you were sexy, you always were
Dark, in your nightgown, you're easy to forgive
You know you own me while you live
When she lays her hand down on my side
and the eyes that thrill me lay down in mine
Then I'm open to the whims of a beautiful child
When you lay your hand down on my side
And my veins are filled with a bracing wine
Then we lay in a stained glass colorful light
You know you own me while you live
