Lorca, Lorca lie with me again
again I'll be gentle, again
I won't try to pretend to a style
but I'll let you insist
in your search for the impossible heart
just precisely what I can't resist
my life has centered around our bed
everything enters this circle is fed
and it's here that I'm getting
my finest stuff
like any poor bastard who is a survivor
I'm happy enough
you make me feel romantic
you make me feel demure
you make me feel deliciously insecure
you spin me round like some crazy top
'till you taste our complicity then stopping
you turn and you aim your cunt
toward some larger context
saying "look now what I can do
with just the tiniest fiber of my sex"
Lorca, Lorca lie with me again
again I'll be gentle, again
I won't try to defend myself
but I'll always love you
the pulse of your blood is my heartbeat
my muscles are crying for you
you make me feel romantic
you make me feel demure
you make me feel deliciously insecure