There Was A Thump Then Another

There was a thump, then another That came quicker than the others And yet, try as I may, They kept speeding up that way I was the same two consonants I just wanted u, all vowels There was some twisting and some turning Like Sam Cooke dancing on my bowels What makes you hot like an oven Sweat like a barrel Of a shotgun pointed at you Held by the devil I wouldn't call it love But my heart sure is pumping blood It isn't pretty but it works No it's not sharp but it still hurts I wouldn't call it love But my heart sure is pumping blood It isn't pretty but it works No it's not sharp but it still hurts Sway to the right Snake under charm, I couldn't fight Without thought she took my hand It seems she's already made plans Now my feet keep shifting nervously Stripping shine right off the floor And my sweat glands keep shouting We can't take it any more What makes you hot like an oven Sweat like a barrel Of a shotgun pointed at you Held by the devil I wouldn't call it love But my heart sure is pumping blood It isn't pretty but it works No it's not sharp but it still hurts I wouldn't call it love But my heart sure is pumping blood It isn't pretty but it works No it's not sharp but it still hurts What makes you hot like an oven Sweat like a barrel Of a shotgun pointed at you Held by the devil I wouldn't call it love But my heart sure is pumping blood It isn't pretty but it works No it's not sharp but it still hurts I wouldn't call it love But my heart sure is pumping blood It isn't pretty but it works No it's not sharp but it still hurts