Lihamylly

Lyrics

Fade to office sitting at his drafting desk Washed out by the lamp light Mind to drift on emptiness Slowly slips into the depths of thinking when he sees her next The grace when she holds her compact in The delicate smear of the rouge on her lips The peaks of her breasts and the moves in her hips The feeling in his loins is a miscreant He must calculate it what he need to do when it hits Going on a sauntering walk Dreaming of the shape of her mouth when she talks Dreaming of the sound of her voice when she yells at the top of her lungs as he stares at the walls She told me ever since she was a little girl.. that men... were just.. compelled.. to tell her things Fade to backyard He puts a net to keep the deer out You don't have to go home but you can't be here you have to clear out Slowly walks back to the house to do what he does every night Under the bushes and under the stars take the cork up out the bottle baby then he dimmed the light