"Foot Of The Bed" lyrics

What a gal, becoming my best pal
Thought by now she'd be throwing in the towel
But that's not her style
She's what Cat Stevens calls a Hard Headed Woman
And I bet she gets it from her sisters, or her mother
How I love waking up with her when the Morning Has Broken
She's puttin' on a show at the foot of the bed
And I wonder, does she know what's going on in my head
As she's getting dressed

She's just doing what she does
Just because it's getting late
But I have nowhere else to be today
What do I say? Nothing

Her reflection ignores my affection
Too proud for beggin' for sex when she just checks her hair and complexion
I'm playing dead
And she's still putting on the show at the foot of the bed
And doesn't even know what's going on in my head
As she's getting dressed

She's just doing what she does
Just because it's getting late
But I have nowhere else to be today
What do I say?

Do I turn my head, watch TV, make pretend that I don't see
What she's pulling up around her knees
Over her head, and through her sleeves
My compliments, she disagrees
I shake my head, but I am pleased
As she performs another tease in reverse
Unknowingly, that it was for me
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