it’s not that the morning after
laying there in your arms
isn’t something just
extraordinary
but the call came late
at half past three
and the conversation was confused
yet the request was clearly making it seem
like I was being used
And I’m not that easy
I’m not that slow
I’m not the type to fall over backwards
but here I go
the sweet tenderness deceives
the moment after climax came
with you there holding me
slowly caressing me
whispering sweetheart so sincere
what is this really my dear?
does it matter one way or not
it couldn’t be the winter weather rain
or the lack of company
the way you cock your head and look at me
with your Cheshire Cat grin
what is it about you that causes this connection
which of course is only one way
super novel of false fiction
holding the axe heavy over me
And I’m not that easy
I’m not that slow
I’m not the type to fall over backwards
but here I go
calls come late early morning after closing time
loneliness gets you longing
and looking to phone around
my number, is it the first?
or does it really matter?
when the ring comes through
I jump off that ledge just for you
diving down into something totally unknown
catching my reflection
not knowing who that is in me because
I’m not that easy
I’m not that slow
I’m not the type to fall over backwards
but here I go
there I go