I fell hard for you and when you said," Lay Lady Lay Across My Big Brass Bed', I did it willingly, to my shame.

I got in your bed, just to discover stale perfume and heat,
What other woman had just left her essence on your sheet.
I found out that your brass bed, had served more then McDolald's Golden Arches,
Your bedroom door revolves, where hordes of women marches.
You speak of eternal love, that just lasts a day,
You whisper," I love you', as under the sheets you play!
You say," Lay Lady Lay, across my big, brass bed",
The promised love of today, tomorrow will be dead.
Your skilled fingers play my body like a Spanish guitar,
You released my passion, but didn't take it far.
You give the Ladies one short trip to paradise,
For very soon they can see through your lies!
So as you whisper," Lay Lady Lay, across my big brass bed!",
I will enjoy today's passion, for tomorrow it will be dead!

Music: Lay Lady Lay