Am I in her mind?
Or am I just for her - the blind?

Is she laughing at me?
Or can she agree to laugh as a we?

How much do I mean in her world?
Am I the one who, around her finger can be curled?

The acceptance from her is vital
As the Pope's mighty title

The confirmation of interest is all
Be my guest and don't leave me to crawl

Be my guest to love me and don't let me fall.