All up in Your Place

All Up In Your Place - Tony Lucca

Charming little neighborhood

Most endearing view

Peeking through your window

I'm here without you

Tiptoe'n across your floor

Napping in your bed

Flipping through your photos

Books that we both read

I wash the dishes in your sink

And kill the chardoneay

I burned your smelly candles down

A rather busy day

I've been talking to your plants

And your sketches on the wall

Mimicking the messages

That your friends leave when they call

I'm all up in your place but you're not here

No I'm all up in your place but you're not here

So I I drew myself a bath

Stood naked in your mirror

I pictured you in front of me

Your hands raised in the air

My fingers kissed your elbow bend

My hands fell to your breast

And the bathtub steam prevented me

From picturing the rest

Took a deep breath from the towel that I used to dry my face

Searching for the scent of you the faintest little trace now

I'm all up in your place but you're not here

Oh No I'm all up in your place but you're not here

So I slowly walked back to your room

Turned your big bed down

I jumped up in and laid there

Listenin for the sound

Of hurried steps come up the stairs

Keys unlock the door

Shoes come off your tiny feet

Come streaming across the floor

Wrapped around your pillow

I awoke and it was clear

I've spent another day inside your place

Without you here

Oh no

I'm all up in your place but you're not here

No no no I'm all up in your place but you're not here

Lord I'd swing on by your place but you're not here

I'm all up in your place but you're not here