sense past tense

touch me up aside my ear
or sugar up my tongue
let me gaze upon you dear
i still feel kinda young

let me hear you say my name
and smell your female scent
let me take you to my game
and not say how we went

give me what you feel is right
or what you think is fair
hand me down that moon so bright
its tangled in your hair

take from me the things i give
since time is like a sieve
chances are the morning sun
will see you on the run

1985