Be Your Man کے بول

I wish no harm to come of you Split bottles in shopping aisles Cold rain in front of you On the inside I wish no hurt to cover you Magazine pictures of city-life Wax smiles, vanilla cream The good eyes Make it an emergency I'll be your man Free on an open ride Into the maple glow Sail on the dusk, we pull Our love in town I wish no guilt to trouble you No complications on moral lines Thick dreams of summer dew On the inside I wish no scorn to follow you I'll be your man, honey I'll be fine Long days to tell you Don't cry