Heavy-Metal Groove

 

 

 

 

 

 

                     HEAVY-METAL GROOVE

 

 

You say

you say, you want it too.

He came in

perched on a high for you.

He watches, listens, and learns

perched on a high,

finding your name on the bathroom wall.

 

“Oh, Isabella, is that your name?”

 

You say

you want it just the same,

playing head games, you stand in the light,

on the stage

wanting everybody to call out your name.

 

“Oh, Isabella!”

 

Oh, how you move

through that heavy-metal groove.

 

You say

you say, you want it in black and white,

moving across the stage, in seductive grace,

playing games, all the same.

 

He’s perched on his high.

 

“Isabella,” He calls out your name, “Oh, how you move

through that heavy-metal groove.”

 

Black and white fantasies, he’s feeling fine

tasting your sweet scent.

 

“Oh, Isabella,” He smiles.

 

And you

you smile back, with seductive grace.

He’s riding high, on your

heavy-metal groove,

watching you move

in black and white.

 

Sometimes, you got to give into his dreams,

he’s watching you move through that heavy-metal groove.

Before he leaves, he says,

 

“Oh, Isabella, I’ll be back soon.”

 

Perched on a high, he draws on his last smoke

watching you move around the pole,

feeling that heavy-metal groove.

 

You say

you say, “I’ll be fine.”

 

letting him move through your black and white

fantasies.

 

Oh, Isabella,

how you move

heavy-

metal

 

groove.