There is lover in my closet that I have carefully tucked away
Every morning he wakes me up and wants to come out to play
Still groggy from my lack of sleep, I just mumble and I moan
He tells me go get coffee; smoke a cigarette and hurry up Joan
Patience isn’t his strong suit and if I’m not back real quick
I swear to God, one of these days, he’s going to shit a brick
He likes me in the shower where he fucks me against the wall
And one day he got daring, we fucked, center court at the mall
I love my closet lover he makes me happy as I could be
Someday I may bring him out and let him roam and be free
But now I keep him locked away in a special place in my house
Where he has to be in the background and quiet as a mouse.
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