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Original: Stealers Wheel
(Spock's POV, re: Kirk)
Well I came here just to play chess tonight,
But I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering if I can touch your hair,
Kings to the left of me, rooks to the right,
Here I am, stuck in your cabin with you.
Yes, I'm stuck in your cabin with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep my eyes from your face,
Losing control, 'cause you're invading my space,
Queens to the left of me, knights to the right,
Here I am, stuck in your cabin with you.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your crew, they all come crawling,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please...please...
Trying to see the logic of this,
But it's illogical to long for your kiss,
Is it cool to pull you down to the floor?
'Cause I don't think that I can take any more
Bishops to the left of me, pawns to the right,
Here I am, stuck in your cabin with you.
Well you started out in Iowa,
And you're proud that you're a self made Captain,
And the yeomen all come crawling,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please...please...
Well I came here just to play chess tonight,
But I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering if I can see you bare,
Kings to the left of me, rooks to the right,
Here I am, stuck in your cabin with you.
Yes I'm stuck in your cabin with you,
Stuck in your cabin with you...
Mycroft Holmes -
October 20, 2003 / 24 Tishrei 5764
