I want to be that man
who catches your eye;
the one who makes
your heart race
every time our eyes meet;
I want to be the man
who prods you to
check your makeup in the mirror,
paint those beautiful lips
and pray that one day
you’ll not only get close to me
but you’ll make my knees shake,
whenever you walk
into the room.
I want to be the man
who is the reason
you hold your breath,
the one who
encourages you
to climb them rough walls
and surmount
the previously unachievable.
I want to be that man
that you run to
anytime that you need a second head
to think about, and decide what to do.
I want to be the man
who gently lays you in bed,
when the tequila got the best of you
when you couldn’t
back off of that my date.
I want to be that man
who wants to come home,
the man whose fodder is
your screams when I drive you wild
for all the world to hear
and boast you can
for all I care.
I want to be the man
that you would willingly die for;
your man of steel,
the one that you tell your friends
is more than just unreal.
I want to be that man
who loves you enough
to let you go and set you free
the minute you tell me
you’re fed up.
