Makin' Love to Rock 'n' Roll Music

Cool it hun, I'm gonna lose it
While you make love to rock 'n' roll music
I can't see why you even came
'Cause now it's not that innocent game
I used to play in the dark,
On nights I used to leave my mark.
Scrapbooks full of jealous rage,
I think I've hit the final stage
From which there is no return
In which there is nought but yearn.
There's nothing more I can say to you
I dare not screw with his head
Be tender in the way you care for him,
More tender than the red
That lured him there many times before,
Before he could even reach the door;
Forgive me once more,
For I know he'll stop by;
I just wish the red you wear
Weren't so bloody sly.

Adrienne E Helms
nothingfancy@juno.com

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