wannabe

Wannabe I want to be the man, Who kisses you on the forehead, In the middle of the night. The man who holds you, Brushes your hair back, And says, "it'll be allright". I want to be The first thing you see, And the last thing you think. I want to be The wine that pours over, Your lips, as you drink. I want to be that man, You tell your secrets to, and about. The one who stirs in you, madness And still, lays to rest your doubt...