what would i give
to wake up next to you
fingertips dancing on hips
as curtains give way to sunlight;
the world,
a wonder of sight?

what would i give
to drown...
in the crook of your neck
or the streams of your laughter
as you lurched your body forward
and laughed
with all your might?

what would i give
for our souls to entwine
the raggedness of your breath
spilling into mine?

what would i give
to be given a gift;
to weave another reality;
craft a different mentality;
build a sanctuary;
one with you and me
our confined souls broken free?

just what would i give
just what should i find
to redraw the line
for this silly popstar love of mine?

there was a clever dog he could sing and play guitar
had a dream that one day he would be a star
he went on the road playing everywhere
playing where he can every here and there
one day on his travels he saw a talent show
so he put his name down so he could have a go
there were lots of others on there audition test
only one could win the one that was the best
now the race was on to become a star
the little dog he won he was the best by far
he had got his  fame his future it was made
now he was a superstar  and thats the way he stayed