Has sort of a country-western feel to it, I think.
BEDROOM EYES I think you think I’m thinking something I shouldn’t; That somehow I’d put you in a compromise. You know I must be thinking something indecent, Because I looked at you too long with my bedroom eyes. I admit to giving you the old ‘once-over’. If you think I’m being rude, I apologize. But I’m not on the hunt for a one-night lover, In spite of what you think you saw in my bedroom eyes. (Chorus) But when I look in your eyes, I see something to hope for: Children, then grandchildren . . . maybe longer even more. So if I look at you too long, I hope you’ll empathize-- There’s more than just desire in my bedroom eyes. If you could read my mind instead of my gaze, I think by then that you’ll come to realize That I’m thinking about you in terms of decades. I want to look at you for years with bedroom eyes.
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