Song Description

Gently warped relationship musings.

Lyrics

SLICE © 2012 Ken Kahn

Well, you're too tall, a little loud and you don't know what you see in me
And you're so strong when you tell me that this is not a democracy

And I never feel quite like I get my inner thoughts expressed
And the one time we agree is the time that we are both undressed

And that's a little slice of heaven, a touch of the divine
More than maybe than we deserve, but the angels they don't mind.

So I'm too short, a little quiet - when I talk, you ask me please to stop
And I've put on a little weight and lost a little hair on top

But I still know what you like, and you sometimes seem to read my mind
Just the good parts and the dirty thoughts and whatever other junk you find.

And that's a little slice of heaven, a touch of the divine
More than maybe we deserve, but the angels they don't mind.

When I get old and forgetful, I know that you'll be reminding me
That I owe you - big time - for the things that you still let me see.

And you'll still know what I like, and you'll know how to exact a price
And I'll pay it, gladly , for every chance at our mutual vice

And that's a little slice of heaven, a touch of the divine
More than maybe we deserve, but the angels they don't mind.