The Bedroom Secrets: A Tale of Desire and Betrayal

Did you feel it when I took him to my bedroom? Put his hands over the creases of my perfume Did you hear it when he started screaming my name? Or when he finished, I hope you were just plain Did you feel it when I touched him in my bedroom? Put his hands over the places that you used to Oh, he held me as the walls they were shaken For familiar after two years of vagueness