The Floor

Open the door, hit the floor- If you want to be together, than hit the floor- I have a tendency not to make things easy. If you want me-walk through the open door. Something’s changed I can smell it in the air. Is it the weather or do I care? If you want us to be together, than prepare to hit the floor- I have a tendency not to make life easy-or so I’m told. Love, don’t cry. These are just the basics. I’m telling you now before we go any further. Prepare to hit the floor- For in time we’re bound to end up on the floor together.