​Lay Right Back
 
She fakes a smile her mind is wondering
Mothers role is slowly changing
With a kiss her heart embraces
One small myth her life is going places
Close it down time is running out
 
Before she can lay right back
She can lay right back
Come on come on come on pretty give me a smile
And then lay right back for me a while
 
Bare but bold her armour lingers
Deadly cold this strangers fingers
 Take me home
But never tell me what I’ve done
 
Shut up and lay right back
Just shut your mouth and lay right back
Yeah pretty come on give me a smile
And lay right back for me while
Cos you’re nothing but my cheap thing
Flying high where the birds sing
Give me my song leather and lace you turn me on
My pretty my fantasy my cheap thing
 
The tables are turning
The bed you lie in is burning
Got what I came for all I see
Two faces shining sweetly
 
I ain’t no cheap thing
I ain’t your cheap thing
You got no face your just a place I use you
I said go to hell I ain’t no cheap thing
 
Written By Eva Abraham ©1996