When the day is over. I like to ease my mind. By jucin' up my system. With the beat of a heavy kind. . I smack a bottle open. I crank the hi-fi high. I'm in-a seventh heaven.
We turn and face each other. My fingers pull your hair. You wince and jerk my wrist off. I bite my lip and stare. . Your stance at once defiant. I'm rigid to your pose.