Dirty Tools

I was touching dirty tools down at your garage last night
You opened up the doors to me, got it screwed down tight

I was pumping up the tires and polishing the glass
I got the buffing wheel do it all again slow fast
You torque me up so tight - with those dirty tools all night

I was loosening some rusty bolts with a gentle coat of oil
You got that sliding hammer as our blood began to boil
You torque me up so tight - with those dirty tools all night

Your face began to flushing and
your lips a little tingle
You itched and ached and pulled away
those belts with nimble fingers

I was touching up the tires with a tender coat of oil
You're buffing out the hammer in my head to slowly boil
You torque me up so tight - with those dirty tools all night

The way you moved I couldn't help
your skin was hypnotizing
The way you smiled and spoke at me
intellectually appetizing

I was touching dirty tools down at your garage last night
And I got your twisting fingers making everything go right
You torque me up so tight - with those dirty tools all night

Your face began to flushing and
your lips a little tingle
You itched and ached and pulled away
those belts with nimble fingers

I was touching dirty tools at your garage again last night
With your eyes and timing shining we're bound to get it right
You torque me up so tight - with those dirty tools all night

I was pulled in by your chains only you I knew you could
Now you got me wrapped around your heart and mind for good

Oh for good

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© Huw Powell
printed 19 April 2024

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