More than a man
More than a lover
You pocket me like a shilling
I don`t know if i`m ready
But i`ve no shortage of willing
Will i always be good enough
To be with her
I`m young and i`m dumb and i come like a howitzer
I`m like a kid waiting for a letter
I check the mail on sunday
Cross the street for something better in the land of someday
Now what can i say to that
When i get a thank you in the morning
After we spend the night together
How about you`re welcome forever
Suicidal on friday
Better by sunday
Catastrophic on monday
Cause this girl loves me
My fortune cookie says i`m ready to die
I could shake the gates of heaven
And be the first devil to try to trade my one sin for all seven