Incubus Of Love - Richard O'Brien

You don’t have to call me, I’ve got your number

But you won’t see me 'til you slumber

Think of us, a blackbird and a dove

Oh, let me be your incubus of love

If Madame is feeling cautious

Drift into the arms of Morpheus

And link us like the hand is to the glove

Oh.

let me be your incubus of love

I’m going to come for you

Like a thief in the nighttime

(He's going to creep up to your side)

I’m going to bring relief to you at the right time

(There's no place that you can hide)

Oh, let me be the one you’re thinking of

Oh, let me be your incubus of love

I’ll be yours until Aurora

Lights the morning with her aura

That rosy-fingered nimbus from above

Oh, let me be your incubus of love

(He's going to come for you

Like a thief in the nighttime)

I’m going to creep up to your side

(He's going to bring relief to you at the right time)

There’s no place that you can hide

Oh, let me be the one you’re thinking of

Oh, let me be your incubus of love

Oh, let me be your incubus of love