Blush, saw her the other day, mmmmhmh made my day.

She is an exquisite being, demonstrating to me all kinds of things.

The ins and outs, up and downs

She carries the weight of the world on her shoulder, and dares not show a frown

But her heart is heavy, pound upon pound

If I had it my way, I would fire round upon round

And then they would feel her hurt mmmmhmh, that she knows all too well

I swear, I will make her day, and show now fear

She will pass a pound to me, then another mmmmhmh

She will consider me a brother, and a lover, and a friend

Is it selfish of me to think I can mend these wounds of doom

Just like any other man, I treat her as a project, but no more

Time to return to the most simple of things, blush

Only she knows what it means......