The door is shaking but the doorstep’s clear, there’s no use complaining, the problem’s already here and it’s getting harder to see behind your eyes. I’m like your mattress, I just give more when you lie. The other night you wore a sleeveless shirt, you have the most beautiful arms that have ever graced this earth. You could wrap them around me but you don’t because you can, baby, it astounds me that I still want to be your man.