You seem consumed with papers and pins Letters and odds and ends Anything that's old and lovely I wonder what it's like under your hands I'm holding all your focus You're molding me like wax again I bet she's sweet Not an ordinary lady Extraordinarily gracious And she wouldn't like my foul language I see you telling stories over cocktails You're captured by the way she says your name 2 am, no sleep And you're delicately dusting off the sheet But those creases near your eyes are not for me If I was your muse, they would be I wish I was a woman you discovered In photos you uncovered of the fair Long gone, and never lovers You'd notice how I look over my shoulder Amused but with composure New page and then the moment's over 2 am, no sleep And you're delicately dusting off the sheet But those creases near your eyes are not for me If I was your muse, they would be If I was your muse, they would be