SLEEPING ON THE SOFA

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA - 1
Am sleeping on the sofa.
Dreaming through the night.
I wonder, Make no blunder.
Am sleeping, Don't put on the light.

The moon shines at the window.
The stars out there are few.
The rabbit smiles at me.
I ask him about you.

Far far somewhere.
I know you are thinking too.
Never have known you but
Already in love with you.

DYING LOVE-2
O Anita!
Hear my heart beat
Scream out your name.
I will love you.
I will kill you.
No shame.
{Repeat}
{Sexy Anita: oooooooh}

ANIMAL TRICKS-3
{Naughty Anita: You are the handsomest pig I have ever seen.}

Reason to live .
Reason to die.
You are the one,
Worth the try.
The flowers bloom.
The bees they croon.
I sing along.
Morning to noon.
Look at me dance
The dirty tune.
Willing for you,
Be a cartoon.
I jump around.
The sofa creaks.
Laughing you.
I am a freak.
Pleasing you.
A fan loyal.
You make even
Pigs look royal.

{Unconvinced Anita: Ummm...Now I want to see a monkey.}

Reason to live .
Reason to die.
You are the one,
Worth the try.
Banana tree.
Up so high.
The monkey climbs.
Oh my my.

{Estatic Anita: Yoohoo!! Muah! Muah!!}

SEX ON THE SOFA-4
The Music plays on
The wine tastes good.
The mood is set.
"Oh yes I would."

Undress me and
Look into my eyes.
The good is all done.
Let me hypnotize.

The valley becons
The peaks are ablaze.
You taste good.
I am in a daze.

{Horny Anita: Harder!}

Flesh meets flesh.
Fluid meets fluid.
Strikes the pointed arrow,
There, the naked Cupid.

The sofa reverberates
As I thrust and flay.
You do the same
As you moan and stay.

"You are beautiful."
I say and caress.
"One more time."
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yesssss!"

{Orgasmic Anita: Hmmmm}

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA (REPRISE)-5
I shout my head off.
It rolls down on the floor.
Hands reach forward.
Kicked out of the bedroom door.

We talk about things,
Never agreed upon by us.
Time flies by
as all we do is cuss.

{Angry Anita:
What the fuck baba?!
There's bills to be paid.
You sleep on the sofa,
All day completely unfazed.}

Sun sets behind my sofa.
The night is long and lonely.
She must be sleeping fine.
Home but so unhomely.

I dread the days to come.
Never thought it to get so far.
I dream of better things.
I am sleeping on the sofa.

{Dreaming Anita: &#*%#^}

NO SORRY, NO WORRY-6
{Wicked Anita: I feel so so sorry for you.}

What the fuck has got
To me is the fuck itself.
I wallowfy into the dark
To restrain myself.

But the rage within
Raises such a din.
Balloon and a pin
And a bottle of gin.

Blood splatters,
Bitches scream
When I twist the metal
Into their spleen.

Don't be so so sorry.
Don't sympathy me.
Sorry for yourself.
A day will you be.

{Scared Anita: Yikes!!}

Nobody could dream.
The fate you choose.
The body on the floor.
Whose Whose Whose???

Your sexy pink dress
Has now so so bled.
Covered all over.
Tides of crimson red.

Steel, it glistens
As I twist pull shove.
Just to be sure.
With all my love.

Its so so sad.
Laugh on you bighead.
You won't be sorry
Now, 'cause you are dead.

{Dead Anita: ...}

BROKEN SPRINGS-7
The bugs crawl on my skin.
There is an emptiness within.
Though the bottle is empty.
Life is still so untempting.
The sun sets from behind
My springless green sofa.
I wine in solitude.
The smoke outta my hookah.
My heart craves for you.
Come back how ever you may.
I swallow a handful.
Down on the sofa I lay.

{Ghost of Anita: Mother Fucker.}