Fly In The Ointment

I was the fly in the ointment
I was the snake in the grass
I made you late for your employment
And then I had the nerve to ask
If you’d be the cream in my coffee
Because you’re the voice in my head
You were the lesson, the lesson that taught me
That some things are better left unsaid

You were my ragged glory
Big time disaster story
We’re a sinking ship
But the swaying of your hips
Keeps me crawling back to you
What I’d give for that attitude
And that tongue inside your kiss
That’s if I live through this

Come here a little bit closer
There’s something I don’t want anyone to hear but you