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Beast in the Night
by Robert McAtee
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I know she can feel what I’m sending her through the wind.
It’s a full moon and I’m too sober. December is the end of the year but I’m still here.
Sounds of the night and something’s just not right. And I can’t turn off the light.
I can’t go to sleep. She’s screamin’ in my head reminding me that I haven’t been fed like a beast in the night.
I’m losing my mind waiting on time to bring her back again.
I scribble on a notebook tryin’ to hide from that sweet little sexy girl.
But I feel her hot lips whispering in my ear it’s almost the end of the year but she’s still not here.
For days and for nights I can’t turn out the lights until she’s back in my bed.
She’s the dominatrix of my head. And I wanna touch her with every bit of my skin.
The rain drips down. The night slows down. The lights spin around in this sleazy town.
And time goes way too fast. And that’s the last time that I’ll look the other way.
Next time I’ll know what to say to her. I think about driving but it’s too cold outside and I wanna hide from the world.
And I’m too sober for my own good, Hollywood. I don’t like to say goodbye.
Ham and cheese on rye. The fireplace is filled with ash. I’m all out of cash.
I’ve seen better of days. A picture of her plays in my head like it’s real only I can’t feel her anymore.
I’m sitting on the floor ‘cause it just ain’t right when she’s not in my bed.
I can’t smile and I’m falling down. I’m too numb to cry. Thirsty but I can’t move.
I’ve got something to prove to her. Sleep’s finally comin’ near and I hope I dream about her naked in my bed.
The roses are so red.
I know she can feel what I’m sending her through the wind.
It’s a full moon and I’m too sober. December is the end of the year but I’m still here.
Sounds of the night and something’s just not right. And I can’t turn off the light.
I can’t go to sleep. She’s screamin’ in my head reminding me that I haven’t been fed like a beast in the night.
I’m losing my mind waiting on time to bring her back again.
I scribble on a notebook tryin’ to hide from that sweet little sexy girl.
But I feel her hot lips whispering in my ear it’s almost the end of the year but she’s still not here.
For days and for nights I can’t turn out the lights until she’s back in my bed.
She’s the dominatrix of my head. And I wanna touch her with every bit of my skin.
The rain drips down. The night slows down. The lights spin around in this sleazy town.
And time goes way too fast. And that’s the last time that I’ll look the other way.
Next time I’ll know what to say to her. I think about driving but it’s too cold outside and I wanna hide from the world.
And I’m too sober for my own good, Hollywood. I don’t like to say goodbye.
Ham and cheese on rye. The fireplace is filled with ash. I’m all out of cash.
I’ve seen better of days. A picture of her plays in my head like it’s real only I can’t feel her anymore.
I’m sitting on the floor ‘cause it just ain’t right when she’s not in my bed.
I can’t smile and I’m falling down. I’m too numb to cry. Thirsty but I can’t move.
I’ve got something to prove to her. Sleep’s finally comin’ near and I hope I dream about her naked in my bed.
The roses are so red.
