I want someone who will comb my hair
Because he knows I like sensation of the bristles on my scalp and neck
I want someone who will never leave me dancing alone
And I'll never have to dance by myself to another Stevie Wonder song
We'll cook buttery pasta and put too much cheese on our sandwiches
We'll cure eachother's sadness with a single loving stare
That someone will come along
But for now I wait