I Want You

Making up lies to dial a number
And hear that perfect voice
Tell me all sorts of dirty jokes
And other much more sweet things

Imagining his perfect eyes as
Hands slip below the waist
Smile on a porcelain face
And I want you

Dial your number, hear your voice
Knock on your door, fall into strong arms
Fall on your bed, Converse sneakers thrown aside
Fall into you, screaming obscenities tonight
I want to hear your voice again
As it was when you screamed my name
I want your head on my pillow again
Where it was after you pulled out of me

And I want you to slip your tongue past
Run your hands across my breasts
And slip deep inside of me again
I want you

Dial your number, hear your voice
Knock on your door, fall into strong arms
Fall on your bed, Converse sneakers thrown aside
Fall into you, screaming obscenities tonight
And I want you
Baby, I want you
Baby, I fucking want you
I want you . . . again