Though sometimes at 4 A.M. I feel I cannot satisfy her needs I still love her
Though sometimes I feel that I'm not enough I love her
Though sometimes I look down because of those men with the veins and green eyes I love her
Though sometimes I cannot answer when she whistles I love her
Hard to explain
I know what I am and exactly what I could do
But she is just too beautiful
For I am sick, for I am bland, for I do not move like the froth of the sea
I am me,  and that's good enough.