Three O’Clock in the Morning by Original Bob It’s three o’clock in the morning, you awakening, she still drowsy in the intertwined warmth of your bodies contrasting with the refreshing night time air. She moves toward you, her hair on your chest. Your arm holds her tight your hand caresses her breast. The dog at your feet the children asleep yesterday’s worries are past tomorrow’s will keep. No knock at the door no dash to the store you two, alone. It’s three o’clock in the morning.