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