by Willy Hudson
WILLY tries to reach the laptop with his legs, but can’t move as his arm is still around the guy.
I don’t want to wake him and cause him any more hassle so I just leave it there playing.
The weight of his body leaning on mine feels nice. I feel like I’m looking after him or something. Like he should feel safe with me.
WILLY carefully edges his arm out from behind the guy, so as not to disturb him. He reaches behind the block to pick up the ukulele.
Top or Bottom (You Didn’t Ask Me)
You messaged me on Tinder
I thought you had kind eyes
You messaged me quite quickly
And it took me by surprise
You asked me what I was up to
I said I was drinking tea
I waited for the question…
But you didn’t ask me
You didn’t ask me
Top or Bottom?
You didn’t ask me
Top or Bottom?
You didn’t ask me
Top, or Bottom
If you don’t mind holding on
I think I’d rather just sit
get to know you a bit instead
Of this complicated shit
Tell me where you’re from?
What’s your story?
What makes you laugh?
What do you want to be?
Cos you didn’t ask me
Top or Bottom?
You didn’t ask me
Top or Bottom?
You didn’t ask me
Top, or Bottom
Will you fill me with fire
All the bubbly feelings
Will you be patient
cos I might need healing
I can give you warm hugs
And I can kind of cook
We could stay up talking
Or maybe read a book
There’s a million things to find out
Before we go to bed
A million things to find out
Before you ask me –
There’s a million things to find out
Before we go to bed
A million things to find out
Before you ask me –
There’s a million things to find out
Before we go to bed
A million things to find out
Before you ask me –
Top or Bottom?
Top or Bottom?
Cus you didn’t ask me
Phones dings.
Please tell me that’s him.
LUCY:
Yeah it is.
Blackout.
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