verse 1 When I saw the first time The thunder came crashing Your new blue eyeliner Caught my distraction Like we were two lovers Forming from friction Your mouth caught my ear With such perfect diction There I let you tie my hands back And take me Oh, Lorraine, on a Saturday morning Oh, Lorraine, with her soft burning hands verse 2 We fell asleep in The back of the warehouse I woke to you needing And covering my mouth Like we were hummingbirds Screaming at ravens You started to move me From fattened to fable There I let you take me under The table Oh, Lorraine, on a Saturday morning Oh, Lorraine, with her soft burning hands