Class Asteroidea.
I want to make you feel like Otis Redding makes me feel.
How can I write like that?
What can I do, like that?
I wonder if it would be the same, in bed with you.
Would you tell me to try a little tenderness?
Or would you let me wrap my arms around you and pin you down with my hot love?
Are you always teasing me?
Or is it true?
Can I stroll your lane?
I want to make you feel like that music makes me feel; shaking and teary.
Gripping the wheel, shouting.
Legs keeping time with the bass-drum.
Asteroidea, fall down and rock out.
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