The Story and The Song
Humans Are Instruments
I held your body close from between your legs
As we prepared to conduct an orchestra under the blankets of my bed
I turned your ears left and right as if they were tuning pegs
I strummed my fingers across your pelvis and passed your undergarment threads
Are you a brass or wind because my lungs need a deep breath
Are you percussion or acoustic because this is only a 5 song set
With desperate eyes and dripping sweat
Your lustful mouth opened up and said
Let me play your ribs,
your hips,
your chest,
your legs;
your lips,
your spit,
your spine,
your neck.
I know it's rude to provoke casual sex,
but your body is an instrument I'd love to perfect.
-David Lee Crow
She said no.
I held your body close from between your legs
As we prepared to conduct an orchestra under the blankets of my bed
I turned your ears left and right as if they were tuning pegs
I strummed my fingers across your pelvis and passed your undergarment threads
Are you a brass or wind because my lungs need a deep breath
Are you percussion or acoustic because this is only a 5 song set
With desperate eyes and dripping sweat
Your lustful mouth opened up and said
Let me play your ribs,
your hips,
your chest,
your legs;
your lips,
your spit,
your spine,
your neck.
I know it's rude to provoke casual sex,
but your body is an instrument I'd love to perfect.
-David Lee Crow
She said no.