Emily Hurd: SONGS

I’ve gone and closed my eyes, and I’m seeing him again. It comes as no surprise that he’s flashing me that grin. I watch it hover round, just like a floating Cheshire cat. Hard to recover when I see him smiling like that. There is a fine, fine line between loving you a man, and how he makes you feel. It’s a fine, fine line, and it’s one thing to love something, but a good thing to love something real.

He’s got a wicked wink, and he’s directing it at me. And now I dare not blink, for fear I’ll miss where he might be. Cuz he’s a charmer, and he’ll move right in just like a snake. I could wear armor, but I want to be his to take. There is a fine, fine line between loving you a man, and how he makes you feel. It’s a fine, fine line, and it’s one thing to love something, but a good thing to love something real.

You rolled out of the past and into a fantasy going on right now, and it’s making me feel that you’ll roll out of my head and into my bed, and it’s making me feel something, but is it something real?

He’s filling up the room just like a balmy summer’s eve, and I’m a rose in bloom. He’s gonna put me in his teeth. If I had more control, I would have surely backed away, but I obey my soul, and so my body starts to sway. There is a fine, fine line between loving you a man, and how he makes you feel. It’s a fine, fine line, and it’s one thing to love something, but a good thing to love something real.


Written by Emily Hurd