Your nose is runnin'. And your eyes are red. Your head is achin'. You'd be better in bed. From the bottom of your fever. To the throbbing in your toes.
I'm tired Lord and I'm drawn. And I'm chilled right to the bone. I crawled home from my work. And this note said she was gone. Said your dinner's in the cat.
Gimme your body. Gimme your mind. Open your heart. Pull down the blind. Gimme your love gimme it all. Gimme in the kitchen gimme in the hall. Art for arts sake.