I want to be your girl,
So you can slip your hand into my back pocket,
So I can slip my arms beneath your coat
When it gets cold.
You would do what you could to keep me warm.
I like the way you look; I’m melting. It’s the bass of your voice
As you speak, but right now
Lets keep still so I can concentrate
On your breath,
So I can smell yesterday’s aftershave
Beneath your five o’clock shadow,
And run my finger along that space below your shirt
And just above your jeans.
How does handsome become a lovely thing?
Pretty words bloom as I’m trying to paint
The you I can’t help but see lying next to me,
When it’s a man that I’m falling into,
It’s a grubby boy making me turn away,
Still too shy with smiling.
I want to be your girl.
Tattoo my world with your name and your mouth and mine.
You should be my guy.