When I saw the first time
The thunder came crashing
Your new blue eyeliner
Caught my distraction
Like we were two lovers
Forming from friction
Your mouth caught my ear
With such perfect diction
There I let you tie my hands back
And take me
Oh, Lorraine, on a Saturday morning
Oh, Lorraine, with her soft burning hands
verse 2
We fell asleep in
The back of the warehouse
I woke to you needing
And covering my mouth
Like we were hummingbirds
Screaming at ravens
You started to move me
From fattened to fable
There I let you take me under
The table
Oh, Lorraine, on a Saturday morning
Oh, Lorraine, with her soft burning hands