I don’t need some swashbuckling rogue
To come sweep me off my toes
And keep me off my feet
Or come pirating my heartbeat
I don’t need saving from the defeat
Of my femininity
Or the deplete of my concrete
When it becomes buttered meat
After he touches me
I’m more than a maiden needing saving
I don’t want him swooping in all caped and draped
In the drama of hero slamming heroin
I don’t need no double oh seven
Or elegance
No suited and booted and pouting
I don’t need saddled up and mounting
Or love that’s shared through shouting
I don’t want a happy ending
If it requires a man defending his body from
Beasts in quest of me
I don’t want the dragon, the castle
Or the curse after sundown
I don’t need that quiet moment before lip lock
The door knock, then the ‘Run. Now!’
I don’t want to be what he
Scoops up and kisses better
That incomplete story
Who’s ink only gets wetter with his tender quilling
I don’t want someone who’s willing
To fight to death, and as he’s killing
To use his last breath to finally
Confess his love for me
Yeah, nah.
What I want’s a man who’ll let me be the big spoon
Who don’t mind it when it’s me holding his hand
I want to make him swoon
And stare at the moon with his chin in his hands
And his eyes sinking in the dreamy
Wetlands of surrender
I want that casualness and clumsiness;
That neverender
Actually,
I don’t want anything.
All I want is Him to be just that
To not feel obliged to dive into traps
Or die to impress me and let that
Make our abundances just scraps
I don’t want no man in a box
Because nothing gets my rocks off more
Than a bloke feeling good about himself
And understanding the one by his side
Has got his back
Because if I don’t make him swell in self-pride
Then we weren’t made for each other
And that’s that.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 