i want that scent on my finger
i want that taste on my tongue
i want you to fall asleep and gently
cut circulation to my arm
i want to hold you through the night
i want to sneak away at dawn
grab my pen in morning light
and write myself a song
it's an appealing situation
caught up in infatuation
i've got nothing but sweet dreams for you
and i hope someday that they'll be true
i used to be so fearful
i used to feel the need
to portray myself as invulnerable
but really i'm just sweet
and i can think of nothing sweeter
than to start my kisses on your arm
and dance to sexy music
past midnight friday morning
then maybe you'll got to work at an office
and I'll write songs all day
and I'll call you up at noon
with nothing much to say
but that's ok 'cause I'll hear your voice
and we'll make plans to meet over at the school
the pre-show talk starts at 7:30
and I'll pack my bag with food
then high on jazz and filled with the spirit of the One
we'll go sit by a fountain and I'll sing you this song:
it goes...
na na na, na na na na na...
oh but right now it's just me and me and me
and i've got to say, unfortunately, you are just a dream
so if you see a happy man singing all alone
pause, think, and say "hello" and maybe he'll take you home
maybe you'll inspire me and love will find a way
to bring to this society magnificent peace today
if we can only love each other all the world will see
we're exactly who we're meant to be