Lyrics

The sheets are warm and the ink is dry The children are in their beds and the bin's outside The moon is out and the telly's on The refrigerator's humming, teasing her to come She pops the cork as it starts to rain And she asks, am I alone again? Is this a shot? Yes, indeed it is But if the actors act themselves Give the girls a little, tiny more of this The match is off, it's too cold besides There's a book to read that lends itself to such a night He takes a peek, he takes a peek And he asks, is this a joke or just me? Is this a down? Yes, indeed it is But if the parts, they write themselves Give the boys a little, tiny piece of this Is this a down? Yes, indeed it is Is this a down? But of course it is And if the story writes itself Give the boys and girls a piece of this