To listen to this thunder with me. No make-up on, wear one of my Shirts; leave what's left of Yesterday's mascara. I love you more, when you don't.
I need a woman. I want to smell yesterday on you, Perhaps your legs should have been Shaved, but I have an itchy back I can run across them;
Costs you nothing but a pose. I need a woman who says "You Really should not go in there, Use the sink, I'll do the dishes with Antibac tomorrow."
I need a human. Not a Victoria's Secrets Model; someone all blood and bones And body who puts my hand Under my shirt, And says: "I know you're a poet,
So if I only give you this, you'll still Find enough in there to keep you Occupied with a poem about it until ******* is over, and I can give you The rest..."
I have a friend who can clear his whole Restaurant for us. The fact that you'd rather be here with Me, on this sofa, makes me wish you were Real. I need a *woman.