I wanted a woman who loves who I am,
and what I do
then I met you.


You couldn't care less if I were Lord of Japan,
or half a man

nor what I am.

You say you like my eyes only or just the way I giggle.

Sometimes you like the smell of me or how my stomach jiggles.

But you don't love me,

that's all right,
'cause you cling to me all through the night.


I wanted to grow old with one who knew me inside and out,
and likes to shout things I'm about.
But you just turn your head when I get rowdy like a child,

and you don't even crack a smile.

You say my kissing rates a six on a scale of one to ten,

and you wouldn't pass the time with me,
'cept you're tired of all your friends.


But you don't love me,
that's all right,
'cause you cling to me all through the night.