the tousled bedspread is gaping at me
on it's wrinkled surface my future i see
i am the dancefloor for time to tango
it's every move etched on me
until one day the wrinkled face is me!

youth is fleeting, a thousand desires awaiting
the fire in me is slowly dying
i long, i yearn, i want, i lust
so much of a woman in me before i turn to dust

the tousled bedspread is gaping at me
it's wrinked surface could have been me
caught in the tango of love that was danced all night....
Another night of dreams shattered by the morning light
and all i wake up to is the wrinkled sheets and me!