Lover-To-Be
Have you seen me? I am your lover-to-be
You might run into the street
You look back for one more peek
It's okay by me, it's okay by me
It's okay by me, it's okay by me
Oh, I am your lover-to-be
Never before, never again
Will you see such a special man
All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen
All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen, oh
You can trust me, I am your lover-to-be
You act afraid and nervously coy
Because I'm someone you might enjoy, oh
That's me, that's me, that's me, oh
Ayy, ayy, oh, oh
I am your lover-to-be
You say, "God, spare me this corruptor"
God says, "You don't know how lucky you are"
The Pentagon knows, the Pentagon knows
The Pentagon knows, the Pentagon knows
I have nothing to say, I am your lover-to-be
Might not be Thursday, it might not be Friday
But soon, I'll have you my way
A good Italian stock, mmm, lover-to-be
The way you girlishly, boyishly hide
There's not very much to describe
Oh, oh, oh, I have nothing to say, I am
What is money compared to love?
It's as Godless, sexless, stupid innocent question
Finally, finally
Oh, finally, I am your lover-to-be
I have trashed all the boozes in town
And it's your turn now
You might run into the street
You look back for one more peek
It's okay by me, it's okay by me
It's okay by me, it's okay by me
Oh, I am your lover-to-be
Never before, never again
Will you see such a special man
All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen
All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen, oh
You can trust me, I am your lover-to-be
You act afraid and nervously coy
Because I'm someone you might enjoy, oh
That's me, that's me, that's me, oh
Ayy, ayy, oh, oh
I am your lover-to-be
You say, "God, spare me this corruptor"
God says, "You don't know how lucky you are"
The Pentagon knows, the Pentagon knows
The Pentagon knows, the Pentagon knows
I have nothing to say, I am your lover-to-be
Might not be Thursday, it might not be Friday
But soon, I'll have you my way
A good Italian stock, mmm, lover-to-be
The way you girlishly, boyishly hide
There's not very much to describe
Oh, oh, oh, I have nothing to say, I am
What is money compared to love?
It's as Godless, sexless, stupid innocent question
Finally, finally
Oh, finally, I am your lover-to-be
I have trashed all the boozes in town
And it's your turn now
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Martin James Boorer
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