"Rufus the baptist I be"

Hmm... this here, this here makes me very happy. FINALLY.

I SLEEP LESS NIGHTS

Each night I roll over and try to
guess what color my wife's bra is.

I concoct a system of limpid,
daring, and synthetic hues in my
mind to color her small chest,

at one time I could have spread
all of them out: a busty fan of
rainbow magnificence, I could
attach myself a memory to
each pad, each strapping moment.

Now I guess quietly without the
knowledge if I am right or wrong,
I roll over and over, demanding
an answer; I sleep less nights
because I can't remember
the color of her skin.


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PS: Does anyone else find it weird in "Waiting for a Dream" when Rufus says... "yesterday I hear they cloned a baby, now can I finally sleep with me" ? I love that song...