In Your Bed (Dans ton lit)

How good it must be In your bed Let me slip beneath the pile The sky tells me nothing worthwhile It will rain again it said And me so alone in my bed I think of people of my years Who take wives, husbands, or lovers For their stormy nights ahead How good it is In your bed How the feathers are so snug I would enter like a drug If you weren't so noisy right Too many sermons in the night Are you scared of me touching you? Open your sheets Shut your mouth too Now it's too late I'm there It's almost too hot In your bed Beneath the thick blanketing Turn off the lights it's upsetting Come close to me I beg of you I'll enjoy what you do Just say how and just say when And if a gourmand de crøme I must have someone At all costs But still you must realise Before tomorrow's sunrise Lest you desire it Or dream If you touch me I'll...scream!