Rozz Dyliams - Lihamylly lyrics

Fade to office sitting at his drafting desk
Washed out by the lamp light
Mind to drift on emptiness
Slowly slips into the depths of thinking
When he sees her next
The grace when she holds her compact in
The delicate smear of the rouge on her lips
The peaks of her breasts and the
Moves in her hips
The feeling in his loins is a miscreant
He must calculate it what he need
To do when it hit's
Going on a sauntering walk
Dreaming of the shape of her
Mouth when she talks
Dreaming of the sound of her voice
When she yells at the
Top of her lungs as he stares at the walls
She told me "ever since she was a little
Girlthat men were justcompelled to
Tell her things fade to backyard
He puts a net to keep the deer out
You don't have to go home but you can't
Be here you have to clear out
Slowly walks back to the house to
Do what he does every night
Under the bushes and under the
Stars take the cork up
Out the bottle baby then he dimmed the light