I walk carefully on the left side of the street Distributing my weight between both my feet The sun pummels down on the back of my neck God's watchful eye stirring in my chest I lose myself in fantasy again Of collared-shirt families, a dog behind a fence I keep coming to, lingering by the park Oh, what a curse to be older and still yours Something in the way you crossed your legs Remembers me staring In the mirror, it's your face And in time, it's your will I'll carry your shape As long as it takes I'll be your lover and I'll be your maid And I'll bе your wife, clean and white Plеad and lie in bed at night Oh, you were the only one That didn't make me feel like the man that I am You were the only one That didn't make me feel like the man that I am