Geta Room

Geta Room!

Yep, we're that couple 
Maybe it's in our signs
The ones you people see and say
"They're outta their fuckn minds"

We've crossed the stars 
and the stars have crossed us 
The lion and the water maiden
Both steeped in lust 

"Beverage service will begin shortly ..."
Was the announcement we all heard
Fold door in to lock the others out 
Her warm honey pot is what I got served

"Get a room" 
I could see it in their eyes as we took our seats 
Just mad because they had to settle for salted treats 

There was Mardi Gras in New Orleans 
Where we danced on Frenchmen Street  
In a darkened courtyard she took me in her mouth 
To a raging ragtime beat 

"Geta room" 

We dared Hades himself 
As she straddled me on top of a grave
Undulating bodies pressing granite
and dead roses for that which we crave

"Geta room," he said

We tried getting a room once, the kids home sleeping 
And it was late
We'd listened to live jazz and blues
Our Friday night date

So we stopped at a motel
To see what we could get
We'd been playing in the car 
So I was hard and she was wet 

I  limped to the front desk
Nothing available was what I was told 
Sly grin in my love's eyes 
Told me she wanted to be bold

I went down on her right in the darkened lot 
She started to squirt because I was hitting her spot
In the velvet night only stars seemed to loom
But then that yell from a window, "Yo! Geta room!"