I’m in love with you again
I’ve just pulled thru another cloud
It’s so hard to be a gent when you’re in a sweat
But I’ll need your sorrow with opened hand
I’m not much and these pangs could turn anyone offIt gets so ugly when the mold gets growing
I wish you would have sprayed the house
But I fidget in the repercussions
I can see why you’re so upset
I agree with your distress
Point the gun in my direction
Let me be your target
It’s just love’s obsession
That makes you want to forget
My gifts are small, but are given true
I’ll give you dreams and imaginings
The reality of our love
I’ll paint soft pictures and
Swathe you in our joy
Remember me lying next to you
The tenderness of my caress
It gets so hectic when I don’t give it a rest
Point the gun in my direction
Let me be your target
It’s just love’s obsession
That makes you want to forget