Tight from (S)words by Bob Gaulke

Tight (in A)

I ordered a book about desire
I wanted to see if it applied to me
Men in the streets cursing their lives
What do theirs have to do with mine

Tonight I feel like I could kill
Everything ill in my life
Tonight I feel like I could live
With you outside my mind

Tight, smooth, slow against the night
Nothing left for time to decide
What I dream comes from you
Everything else gets removed

French novel logic follows pleasure
All sambas are self-referential
I want to know what my desire resembles
When it's alone; where does it run to

Tonight I feel like I could kill
Everything ill in my life
Tonight I feel like I could live
With you outside of my mind

Tight, smooth, slow against the night
Nothing left for time to decide
What I dream comes from you
Everything else feels removed

verse: D6/A7/A6/Eb9b5
chorus: C#7/E7/G#7/F#7

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