Between The Sheets by Thomas Young

Duration

3:22

Genres

Country

Lyrics

Chorus Tonight,I'll meet you in my dreams, Every night's the same,or so it would seem, I can always count on you,to be there, Sitting under that lamp post,in the village square, Bridge Well,we have to stop,meeting every night, Its just not fair,and its not right, Because you belong,to someone called Ralf, And i could never,have you for myself, Well,why can,t you,get rid of that there bum, Pack his clothes,and send him,back to his Mom, Just because,he is,a useless crumb, He just sits at home,drinking that rum, Chorus+Bridge We could start meeting,under the sheets, That would be much better,than on the streets, Those homeless folks,could give us the creeps, Even tho this romance,it ain't for keeps, Meeting on the street,has lost all its charm, And it could even,cause us some harm, And even tho we came from, down on the farm, You know those city folks,they don't give a darn, Chorus