Careless Whispers
In the dark
The walls are listening
To the beating of my heart
And I wonder
What they’re thinking
When they hear the rustle
Of sheets wrinkling

It must sound like a war of two worlds
It must sound like a contest of cries.
They must hear when he makes my toes curl
And they hear when my nerves hit their high.

If the walls could
Talk amongst each other
Would they tell
About the wetted covers
Or would they gossip
Of the way my eyes flutter.
I bet they’re waiting for
The return of my lover.

They say-
We were banging against um
They say-
We were breathing in rhythm
They say-
They heard two lions fighting
Cause They-
Heard us scratching and biting

Careless Whispers
In the dark
The walls are listening
To the beating of my heart
And I wonder
What they’re thinking
When they hear the rustle
Of sheets wrinkling


 
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