All of the women I've adored Revealed themselves as feudal lords And in a land I'll never see They would reveal themselves to me Invite me in and let me know I am a child, she's a ghost All of the women that I've loved Came on to me from up above And in a language I can't speak They wouldn't turn the other cheek Without the warmth of her caress I won't deny her paper flesh She has no skin upon her bones I am a child, she's a ghost All of the women that I trust I've used for baser needs of lust In fantasies they'll never know I would remove all of their clothes Reveal myself as what I'm not: Lothario and polyglot I need a friend to hold my hand To comfort me and understand I'm no great man, I'm flesh and bone I am a child, she's a ghost