© 1996-2016 khanada rhodes
who shall i call tonight
which of my satellitles
who'll be the fantasy of you and me
you're the detector ray, i'll be the king of may
and no jumping in the pool, you know the rule
who'll be my queen for today?
if nigel plays the tune and i don't dance with you
there'll not be much else left to say...
this bed's as soft as snow, dim the lights before we go
and don't scratch my face on the way out
i give this key