Miss Museumpiece

She's an artifact That you wanted to attract So you smuggled her out But she's too rare to remain She holds back And holds off And she tells you to do the same So be careful not to smear Your fingerprints on her pane And do not steam Your breath On her exhibit case She'll stand all day In the shower just to scrub them away Now, Miss Museumpiece Can I get some sleep? With the torture of your voice Echoing like the creak on the ladder While I'm trying to believe That you're lying next to me But I can hear your windowcrawl All the sneaking you sneak Can't make you invisible When you pressure and slide Along the spine of her grip And she reaches down To show you how to give her some lip Do not make a mess Oh, do not forget to be rough She'll keep her distance Just to show you she's had enough Now, Miss Museumpiece Can I get some sleep? 'Cause the torture of your voice Is like the cunning creak Of your footsteps as they darkly sneak Oh, but darling I can see You silhouetted by the light in the hall All the sneaking you sneak Won't make you invisible