Sleeping With You

Some people like to drive hot cars, they like to pump the bars,

but I like sleeping with you, sleeping with you.

When we snooze like slugs in a sack I don’t want to come back

unless I wake up next to you, sleeping with you.

I fantasize about your shut eyes. My daydreams are all about my

night dreams, sleeping with you.

Some people like all kinds of kinks; they like to mix their drinks,

but I like sleeping with you, sleeping with you.

I love your ways when we’re in a daze, when we lie like lumps

on the bunk, on the level with you, sleeping with you.

Okay, you’re great when you’re awake, but the frosting on the cake

is when we’re zonked out, sleeping with you.

Plunge in the ocean, honey; you’re my coast.

The world is cold, but we’ll be warm as toast.

So turn off all the electric bother. Tell your mother and father

don’t disturb me when I’m sleeping with you, sleeping with you.

Cause I’ve got too much to do, like kicking off my shoes and

lying down and sleeping with you, sleeping with you.

And when the floor is bare we’ll say an evening prayer

and if God really cares I’ll thank her that I’m sleeping with you.

Come early morning, darling, don’t forsake.

Life is too short to spend it all awake.

So just give me a loaf and a jug and I’ll be snug

just as long as I’m sleeping with you, sleeping with you.

With you to hold I’ll be out cold as quick as a wink; I’ll be linked

in sleep with you, sleeping with you.

Just wake me up every hour and a half to remind me

that I’m sleeping with you,

sleeping with you.