I used to want more out of life
Much more than being a wealthy man's wife
I wanted fame, no, I needed the glory
That would come when people heard my story

I have never been satisfied with little
I'd take and take, never give, never settle
My hands were strong, my will was stronger
I'd look you in the eye, I'd last longer

I stood tall among the very best
I'd talk and talk, I'd beat my chest
No one could terrify or threaten my power
If I dared those who tried, they'd cower

It took much less than what I'd expect
To beat down my will, to make me subject
You looked me in the eye, it didn't last long
My heart yearned, it wanted your song

When I look back at how far I've travelled
How the hardness in me has unravelled
How much I feel joyful and grateful
The only change I see is You

I met a guy and I instantly liked him
He was tall, good looking and imperially slim
His moustache dragged sideways to his cheek
He talked quietly and was infinitely meek

The next day, I went to see him at work
I learnt he had never been there
I thought it was a simple case of bad luck
He had probably meant elsewhere

I set out for his home to find
It was a cute, little bungalow
I saw a little girl peep from behind;
A pretty lady looked through the window

I stood on the empty threshold
Staggering my way out of this jam
Me? When had I gotten to be so bold?
I was now practically "the other woman".

I can't stop thinking about you
Thoughts of you swim in my head
I keep being assured that your love is true
When I'm awake and when I'm in bed

I can't breathe when you are around
My heart listens for your sweet sound
My throat constricts and becomes dry
I can't speak, no matter how hard I try

Every memory of you brings a smile to my face
And I wear this famous faraway look
While I ponder, I travel to this great place
You have turned my life into a storybook

I have heartache when you are far from me
I can't sleep, I can't drink, I can't eat
I see you and my heart skips a beat
That's the way you make me feel

The way you make me feel is good
Much more desirable than delicious food
Your love is like a warm, warm embrace
And my joy is the soft smile on your fine face.

I've seen the colour of poetry
It's black and white and blue
I've seen the love for poetry
It's in you and you and you