The Floor
Open the door, hit the floor-
If you want to be together, than hit the floor-
I have a tendency not to make things easy.
If you want me-walk through the open door.
Something’s changed I can smell it in the air.
Is it the weather or do I care?
If you want us to be together, than prepare to hit the floor-
I have a tendency not to make life easy-or so I’m told.
Love, don’t cry.
These are just the basics.
I’m telling you now before we go any further.
Prepare to hit the floor-
For in time we’re bound to end up on the floor together.
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