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Nearly in her nightie

As the clock strikes twelve she stirring next to me

Throws an arm over my shoulder slides a leg across my knee

She's on the prowl for somethin', what it is, now let me guess

Somethin' warm and cuddly somethin' deep she won't forget


She finds my hand and places it on places that I love

I pretend that I don't want to I pretend I'm dropping off

Well, obviously I'm acting underneath I feel the heat

When a woman wants to love you be a fool to fall asleep


She's nearly in her nightie she's oh so Russell Flint

She said 'kiss me all over now don't you miss an inch'

She's effervescent dynamite she's primed about to fire

Fingers chasing fingers, fingers working overtime


She pushed me down, held me down, whispered in my ear

How could I say no she's got the upper hand from here

But a little flip, a little twist, she didn't think of that

'Now what was it you wanted while I've got you on your back?'


My God, I love this woman she can blow my mind to bits

Half a devil, half an angel, can't decide which one is which

I think they might be equal there's no choosing good or bad

Whatever's running through her mind she knows that I'm her man



Later, nearer dawn than night, I watched as she slept her body

Nearly covered but not quite. The girl who claimed my heart

Forever bringing with her the love that always comes into

Being when she's - nearly in her nightie


©Joseph G Dawson


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