This Bed

You sent me a "Dear John" letter yesterday...
I wasn't surprised by the words that it said..
You said that you could no longer play this game that we play...
You said that being with me was bad for your head.../

I called you , but you wouldn't answer your phone..
I drove by your house and knocked on your door
You wouldn't answer ,but I knew that you were at home..
It's okay with me if that's how you really feel, but you've said all of this before../

Hours later there came a knock on my door...
You had on a trenchcoat and under it, not much more...
Before I could say a word...You were kissing and undressing me..
Next thing I know..We are both in bed ,making love...just you and me.../

Girl, If I'm so bad for you
Then what are you doing in this bed?
If this is a bad fit for you...
Why are you in this Bed?
I'm not the one messing with your head...
If I'm no good for you...
Then Why are you in this bed?/

You say you can't make up your mind as to what you want to do.
That sounds like less of my problem and more of one for you.
You say that I've got you caught up and confused..
And that after making love with me , you feel so used.../

It all sounds like an excuse you see..
Transferring your guilt
of what we do from you to me..
I'm not putting a gun to your head...
And yet, time after time...You wind up..
In this bed./

Girl, If I'm so bad for you
Then what are you doing in this bed?
If this is a bad fit for you...
Why are you in this Bed?
I'm not the one messing with your head...
If I'm no good for you...
Then Why are you in this bed?/

I'll ask you once more..
Girl, If I'm so bad for you
Then what are you doing in this bed?
If this is a bad fit for you...
Why are you in this Bed?
I'm not the one messing with your head...
If I'm no good for you...
Then Why are you in this bed?/