What are the things you want to do 
You can whisper them to me too
And he hesitates 
Coz he has taken loads of girls on dates 
And he knows where the line is drawn 
On wrong word and the chick is gone 
But my curiosity is impressive 
And his desire is confessive 
And longs to be known 
And though I am only half grown 
I have an old soul 
And I would like to roll 
Like a current in your sea 
In a spin with you eternally 
As we make it into union 
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
You make it sound like a bad thing 
And I know I don’t have a ring 
But I don’t need some diamond to prove 
That I’m not something that you’re here to use 
You look down and away 
Your eyelashes flash what you cannot say 
As if to say that’s why you’re really here
But I love the feel of you near 
And if its half and half on either side 
Then could you say that I’m down for the ride 
Or just for a drive in your car 
Will you let me know what you are 
If I reveal my bare knuckle grip 
And are you sure you’re well equipped 
To deal with my ferocious 
And I know I come across precocious 
You call me childish and I balk 
Do you not hear the way I talk 
And I look at the sage for guidance
Is sex a form of violence
In the way it is commonly done 
And if we are all one 
Then why do we have to make two 
Into a broken bargain we must pull through 
And away from 
One minute there and then gone 
I remember meeting someone who’s song I remember still 
He was vowed for all time then gone at will 
And I know it was out of resentment and spite 
But I still think of him in the twilight
And hope he’s happy and well 
But I kind of hope she gives you hell 
For all the choices you took to take you away from me 
And I can’t say that we’re history 
But I don’t see myself monogamously anymore 
So I open the door 
To this tall, dark and beautiful stranger
Who reeks of the perfume of danger 
And it draws me in like a kiss on the lips 
I feel my barrier as it flickers and slips 
When he sits 
Across from me 
So casually 
As if he could throw his arm around my shoulder
And he stands so close and now that I’m older 
I’m just sorry I didn’t give him the green light 
And I wonder if it’s to late to meet him at night
And fight and make up in front of his canvas 
All he’s missing is the sandals 
For he is burned to within an inch of his life 
And he is looking for a good wife 
Though I’m not sure that’s what I am 
I would take your love over my stand 
If I only knew how to stand down 
I just want you around 
But it’s been six years 
And the ancients have cried some tears 
But could we just kick back over the coals we’ve crossed
If you love me still all is not lost