I told her once,
Get thee behind me.
Cover up, Missy, for the love of God.
I can't not look, I can't not look,
and I can't do a thing about what I saw,
though I wish I could, I wish I could.
She told me once,
Sit down beside me.
I told her twice,
Get thee behind me.
Strip down, Missy, it's eleven AM,
I'm gonna wake up soon, gonna wake up soon.
I bet you say that to all of the dreaming men
that get lucky with you, get lucky with you.
She told me once, Lay down beside me.
And I lay down beside her
Too real, too quick, too close to home,
too much to take to task alone
and not have just a little taste.
Too hot, too sweet, too bad, too late.
I told her three times,
Get thee behind me.
Float away, Missy, like a wisp of smoke
that I could've inhaled, maybe could've inhaled,
and I'll sing your praises everywhere I go,
'Such a pretty girl, such a beautiful girl.'
She told me once, You won't forget me,
and I won't forget her.