if the mattress was a table top
  and the bed sheet was a page
  we'd be written out
  like a couple of question marks
  my convex to your concave
  and we'd be lying here
  at the end of a sentence
  and asks, are you ready now?
  are you gonna glow in the dark?
  are you gonna show me how?
    do you like to watch when water misbehaves?
  do you like waves?
  as the wind shifts
  and shifts again
  the sail smiles
  and gently slaps around the mast
  ballast
  ballast
  ballast
    when you come to me
  come to me with cake
  in your pocket
  come to me nicely
  with that soft kinda cake
  that's mostly icing
  come to me ready and rude
  bring me angel food
  angel food