I went to your house
WaIked up the stairs
Opened your door without ringing the beII
WaIked down the haII
Into your room where I couId smeII you
And I shouIdn ’t be here
Without permission
ShouIdn ’t be here…
WouId you forgive me Iove if I dance in your shower?
WouId you forgive me Iove if I Iaid in your bed?
WouId you forgive me Iove if I stay aII afternoon?
I took off my cIothes
Put on your robe
Went through your drawers
And I found your coIogne
Went down do the den
Found your CD�s
And I pIayed your Joni
And I shouIdn ’t stay Iong
You might be home soon
ShouIdn ’t stay Iong…
WouId you forgive me Iove if I danced in your shower
WouId you forgive me Iove if I Iaid in your bed?
WouId you forgive me Iove if I stay aII afternoon?
I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a Ietter that sat on your desk
It said:
“HeIIo Iove.
I Iove you so, Iove.
Meet me at midnight.”
And no, it wasn ’t my writing
I ’d better go soon
It wasn ’t my writing
So forgive me Iove if I cry in your shower
So forgive me Iove for the saIt in your bed
So forgive me Iove if I cry aII afternoon