A Quickie in
the Afternoon
I love it when you look at
me and motion,
To follow you on up the
stairs.
And it only takes a
minute or two,
To get us goin' on our
way,
With a quickie in the
afternoon.
I love those days when my
morning has been dragging,
And I'm clear up to my
neck in my work.
To look up, see you
standin' at the door,
Sayin', "Hurry up, man,
it's a quarter to four,
Time for a quickie in
the afternoon."
I get so damn high, as
though I can fly
From my bootstraps,
clear up to the sky.
And there ain't nothing
on this earth today,
That can take my blues
away,
Like a quickie in the
afternoon.
I love the fact that you are
my woman,
This day, tomorrow and
forever more.
And I love that neither
rain nor shine,
You won't let a single
day go by,
Without a quickie in the
afternoon.