Do Me Right
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

The moon is hanging heavy in the sky,
And I've never felt so high,
For tonight, you're in my arms,
And I feel free,
And I hear you say to me,

Do.
Do me.
Do me right.
Do me right now...

Do.
Do me.
Do me right.
Do me right now...

You told him you were going out somewhere.
You knew that I'd be there.
And though you know it's wrong--
Should never be,
Your eyes still say to me,

Do...

But it's the pain that I will never understand:
To be the other man,
And to know it's always him
You always see
Every time you say to me,

Do...

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(music by Bruce Lash)

Holy Water
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

Holy water, Holy See,
Sacred, holy vow
Is the furthest thing from me,
As I look at you now.
We have commitments and
Obligations, well,
Let's leave all that behind.
We'll share drinks, and
We'll share smokes, and
You share what's on your mind.

Holy water.
Holy water away.
Holy water.
Holy water away.

Under bridges and near the fountain that's
Where our secret was born.
And with each moment a new sensation,
All part of the Gloria.
'Twas in a taxi when I first touched you
And felt your heart underneath.
I closed my eyes, and you were smiling,
So I kissed your teeth.

Holy water...


Am I wearing shape-shifting shoes?
Are my feet even on the ground?
Am I a lover with nothing to lose
But the thorns from his horny crown?
Was it lust or divine inspiration that
Led us to this offense?
Oh, if only love could always
Be just like the first kiss,
Or the seventh or the tenth.

Holy water...

I Believe (One of Us Has Got to Leave)
(words and music by Bruce Lash)

I'm standing at your doorstep.
It's a Tuesday afternoon.
I wonder why you called me here.
I guess I'll find out soon.
I believe
I find out before I leave.

I been leaning on your doorbell.
I been standing here a while,
And when you finally answer,
You give me this strange smile.
I believe
I find out why before I leave.

It started out so innocent.
I thought we were just friends,
But now I'm in your bedroom.
There's no telling where this ends.
I believe
One of us has got to leave.
I believe
One of us has got to leave.

This room's so dark and quiet,
And here we are, alone.
Well, I got just one question:
What time's your husband home?
I believe
One of us has got to leave.
I believe
One of us has got to leave.

You're an alcoholic,
And I'm an open bottle of booze.
I know you want to drink me,
And I'll go any way you choose,
But I believe
One of us has got to leave.

I'm Christopher Columbus.
You're the Queen of Spain.
I'd love to discover those new worlds
Again and again and again,
But I believe
One of us has got to leave.
I believe
One of us has got to leave.

If this was a different room
In another place and time,
Well then we might be lovers,
And that would be just fine,
But I believe
One of us has got to leave.
I believe
One of us has got to leave.