Rhythmic Lover Blues

She was a rhythmic lover
Her cadence matching mine perfectly
I put no one above her
Unless it was me

She was a rhythmic lover
Her lower half a metronome
Didn't want to use a rubber
She wanted to make a home
She wouldn't leave me alone
Even when I gave her dial tone

She was a rhythmic lover
I think she also loved Eurythmics
We rarely finished with Missionary, Man

Sugar, Would I Lie To You?
All the time, though I no longer have to
Because now we two are through

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This
So many things I miss
Chalk it up to sentimental illness

Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves
Sometimes she liked to watch me
Do it for myself
She totally did it for me

Here Comes The Rain Again
Followed closely by the pain then
We no longer talk like lovers do
Wonder if we ever will again and when
I'm uptight and up in the night
Without a clue, balls blue, tight

We used to laugh when we smoked grass
I know all or many things must pass
Now I'm solo like Annie Lennox
Trying to rise like a phoenix
But Walking on Broken Glass

Why No More "I Love You's"?
Because I was born to quit not to lose
And daily drown myself in booze
On my memory she is the deepest bruise

She was a rhythmic lover
Some feelings are best kept under cover
We were frequently under covers
And some of the best freaky lovers