Indeed It Is

The sheets are warm and the ink is dry
The children are in their beds and the bin's outside
The moon is out and the telly’s on
The refrigerator's humming, teasing her to come
She pops the cork as it starts to rain
And she asks, am I alone again?

Is this a shot?
Yes, indeed it is
But if the actors act themselves
Give the girls a little, tiny more of this

The match is off, it's too cold besides
There's a book to read that lends itself to such a night
He takes a peek, he takes a peek
And he asks, is this a joke or just me?

Is this a down?
Yes, indeed it is
But if the parts, they write themselves
Give the boys a little, tiny piece of this

Is this a down?
Yes, indeed it is
Is this a down?
But of course it is
And if the story writes itself
Give the boys and girls a piece of this