I'm don't think I'm a diamond,
but I'm certainly the rough.
The bits of me you chew on might be tender, might be tough.
My wants and needs are simple,
but I'm not a simple man,
If only you could step inside,
I'd show you hope and promised lands.
They won't be filled with milk and honey,
but maple syrup should do;
as I cook some love and pancakes,
then I'll lay it out for you.
Lay with me in moonlight,
and I'll take your breath and moan.
Come morning we'll be laughing at the future times unknown.
My wants and needs are simple,
but I'm not a simple man.
I only want to show you warmth,
so discard fear and take my hand.