Dance for me baby,
I'll be your fan;
sing me a poem,
and I'll be your man.

Kiss me once more,
and spin to the jam.
Baby don't worry,
I'll be your man.

We'll gaze at the stars,
from the back of my van;
then I'll say I want you,
and I'll be your man

Come rest on my shoulder,
put your hand on my hand.
I'll be your sweater;
I'll be your man.

And if your parents deny us,
well I've got a plan;
we'll elope in the morning,
and I'll be your man.

Just wish for it darling,
I'll do all that I can.
Just tell me you love me,
I'll be your man.