Follow Me Home
I was dressed to the nines,
it was a quarter to five.
You were standing on the platform waiting for the train to arrive.
When I saw your pretty face I had to grab the pole to brace my fall.
She touched her nose then touched the pole.
I think this pole has touched it all.
Two more stops then I'll be home,
climb up the stairs
turn out the light
crawl into bed
and fall asleep alone
or
You could follow me home, boy.
I said You could follow me home.
If you'd like to get to know me just a little bit more,
You just gotta knock on my door.
Knock on my door
and I will come.
You've just gotta ask
and I'll give you some.
You don't need money, honey.
This little ride's for free.
Knock on my door and I'll slip you the key.
Pull down your pants
and pull down the shade.
We'll call it a night
when some love's been made.
Fuck me so hard that the neighbors complain
and the cops have to tear us apart.
Knock on my door and I'll give you my heart.
The morning will break
and the sun will rise
and I'll wipe the sleep
from your clear blue eyes.
and I'll start your day in a way
that just couldn't feel better to me.
I'll knock on your door and You'll slip me the key.
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