I can take those rip -rap
and get them out of your hair
Squeeze you till you're breathless
and breathe you full of breath
I can't the Zulus a point to their spears
I can't give the angels a need to be alive
I can't get the bees, baby,
I can't get you flying, baby,
You know I can't, oh baby, I can't
if you'd only let me be your lover man,
Well, the people that you hang with,
you know they're not my style
I'd like to sort of kill them
at least for a short while
They treat me like a lackey,
They made me build their outhouse,
though they know that ain't my job
I know I seem edgy there,
that's just because I'm sharp
like the strings of a harp
It's just that certain parts of me
I could press your buttons,
I could fly you like a kite
You know I can, oh baby I can
if you'd let me be your lover man
Lover man, just let me be your lover man,
I know you don't think much of me,
these chicks you're attracted to
I'll make them look like monkeys
Cause I could charm the birds
At least if they were flightless
Did I tell you I was lucky?
Did I tell you I was charmed?
Did I tell you you'd look good, baby,
Did I tell you I had money
Did I tell you last night I found Elvis
Well, maybe I'm boring you,
When hoods to be crucified
but it's best to be ignored
Well, I can get you flying, baby,
You know I can, baby, I can
if you'd only let me be your lovin' man
just let me be your lovin' man