The Four-Poster Bed Lyrics

THE FOUR-POSTER BED

Flying through the sky, 8 miles high, on the straight and narrow
And this girl's like the ocean, only a bit shallow, but just as wide
She's dressed in red, says she'll play dead, upon the four-poster bed
And she'll be my toy, in sweet recline, for your intimate joy
Just some of the highlights, on this, over-night flight
She takes the rough with the smooth, and she'll be my toy
In sweet recline, for your intimate joy
Through the great skies of violet-blue, an odd kinda groove in my heart

And in my vein 'n' I've got you cursin' through. & up. & down & back again
She's dressed in red, says she'll play dead, upon the four-poster bed
And she'll be my toy, in sweet recline, for your intimate joy
8 miles high & sailin' through the sky
But this girl's like the ocean
She'll swallow you whole, she'll swallow you down, down, down n' spit you out
No time to shout about it, when your 8 miles high