I scare myself....

These are the lyrics to a Tom Hicks tune.  I do indeed scare myself sometimes.  I find comfort and safety sometimes in places that aren't so good for me, like alcohol.  I feel most secure at the feet of a strong woman. Capishe?

I think often about abduction and forced slavery.  I am working on a post recalling the first erotic story I read with this theme.  In reality I think I'd want no part of any such thing, but then, it's all in good fun.  Isn't it?


I scare myself
just thinking about you
I scare myself
when I'm without you
I scare myself
the moments that you're gone
I scare myself
when I let my thoughts run

and when they're runnin'
I keep thinking of you
and when they're runnin'
what can I do?

I scare myself
and I don't mean lightly
I scare myself
it can get frightenin'
I scare myself
to think what I could do
I scare myself
it's some kinda voodoo

and with that voodoo
I keep thinking of you
and with that voodoo
what can I do?

but it's oh so, so, so different
when we're together
and I'm oh so so much calmer, I feel better
for the stars have crossed our paths forever
and the sooner that you realize it, the better

then I'll be with you
and I won't scare myself
and I'll know what to do
and I won't scare myself
and then I'll think of you
and I won't scare myself
and then my thoughts'll run
and I won't scare myself

then I'll be with you
and I won't scare myself
and I'll know what to do
and I won't scare myself
and I'll think of you
and I won't scare myself
and my thoughts will run
and I won't scare myself...