Well I've been striking out on songs for about 3 months, so here's one I completed for a change. A bit silly and not a classic, but I like it well enough to, well, submit it.
Some affairs are open
Like poppy fields or oceans
Not so with you and me
Because of who might see
Two birds of a feather
We can't swoop together
We're super-secret lovers
Engaging under covers
Love in confined spaces
Bent hugs and cramped embraces
Closets, sheds and attics
Oh so charismatic
Whispers and manoeuvres
Round old TVs and hoovers
Hands and pressed up faces
That's love in confined spaces
Lycra-clad and bendy
It's clear you're not pretending
So I suffer for my sins
In the space behind the bins
Would it be so hard
For us to make out in the back yard?
I know it's not your style
But my body's not that versatile
Love in confined spaces
Bent hugs and cramped embraces
Closets, sheds and attics
Oh so charismatic
Whispers and manoeuvres
Round old TVs and hoovers
Hands and pressed up faces
That's love in confined spaces
(I can't turn you on) Every time I'm pushing my limits
(I can't turn you on) Find a box and put you in it
Love in confined spaces
Bent hugs and cramped embraces
Closets, sheds and attics
Oh so charismatic
Whispers and manoeuvres
Round old TVs and hoovers
Hands and pressed up faces
That's love in confined spaces


