I get this message on the message machine That she's cooking dinner
tonight So I go out and pick up a bottle of wine And when I get there I'm a little nervous
and I run out of things to say

So I say, "I, uh, like your wooden floor boards"
She is laying in flannel sheets
The brass bed speaks
Come on lie in me
And there I'm standing naked and meek, stalling She says lovingly...

(chorus)
If I were the queen, and you were just the jester fool I would love you as my king

Just because I do, I do, I do love you

(spoken bridge)
At six am the alarm clock goes off And I realize I'm not used to looking at this particular ceiling She taps me on the shoulder with an empty shoe and says, "Hey, Cinderella, does this belong to you?"

Morning out on a naked street
Old lady on the corner is staring at me
I guess she ain't ever seen barefoot feet Or heard the words that she sung to me