Well it's four in the mornin' My ol' lady's snorin' Outside it's rainin' and pourin' And I need some affection To fuel my resurrection So I contemplate with silent intention...
Suddenly my mind is not my own And I'm falling I can see through the door Another memory's Calling...yes it's calling
Then I see In the night she comes to sweep-a-me Off my feet All hell fire couldn’t make her a liar In the moonlight charity's balling Through the door another memory's calling
Whoa! Holy Moses It must have been hypnosis I woke up in a bed full of roses And it's hardly accidental In fact I'm slightly mental My thoughts have all become Transcendental
Suddenly my mind is not my own And I'm falling I can see through the door Another memory's Calling...yes it's calling
Then I see In the night she comes to sweep-a-me Off my feet All hell fire couldn’t make her a liar In the moonlight charity's balling Through the door another memory's calling
All hell fire couldn’t make her a liar Through the door another memory's calling