it felt off-colour from the start

somehow cold sad and needy

I was on my emotional uppers

long-time alone and seedy

 

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

 

lured by your knowing eyes

I should have known better

rain was falling like stair-rods

my feet were getting wetter

 

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

 

rather doubtful I took you home

offered you a welcoming hug

returning with a pair of drinks

I found you'd chewed my best rug

 

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

 

the night is not so fearful after all

that eager lick was the fatal clincher

for ever since I was a young kid

I've wanted a doberman pinscher