Who's That Girl In Your Bed

Who’s That Girl In Your Bed?

Who’s that girl in your bed?

Are feelings so hard

They’re tough as lead

The big bold pathos

Is it all being fed

Who’s that girl in your bed?

Is this going way into your head?

Stoking images of old Ulysses

Hoping you would catch the sting

With such casual promises

Of what she’ll bring to The Wing

Who’s that girl in your bed?

Is your heart already dead?

She says you are a star

Poses with talk so steep 

That she reaches so far

It makes you wanna weep

Who’s that girl in your bed?  

                                   

Is she making you see red?

Does she think she is a Royal

The girl feigns such confusion

You know she cannot be loyal

Your ethos left in contusion

So …

Who’s that girl in your bed?

Does she call you Henry, John, or Ted?

(written about a person I know - after much observation ... but I am sure many women have felt this way at some point in their life).