George Davis

Love’s a tiny whisper love’s a scream in the night Love’s a shiny casket lid screwed down tight Love’s a tiny bird on a window seal Love’s a cold white throat love’s a tiny, little pill Love’s a knife spinnin’ on a kitchen floor Love is yellow tape on a motel door So go and grab some soap, some buckets and mops ‘Cause love gets downright filthy when someone calls the cops