The Folding Couch
No, it wasn’t there
Anywhere
Look
No, it hasn’t been
Anywhere at all
All of my life
All of my life
Suicide leaving
Now you call her nightly
Would I make a scene
If I want to call you
My favorite
You shine like a key
I fall and lay flat
My soul, like my couch
Fold if you want
Am I coming home
Am I coming home
Shimmy baby, dance
Shimmy baby, dance
Loving in the cold
Loving by the coals
Love the folding couch
Love the folding couch