I want to be the brush
that runs in your hair
the band thats in your underwear
the place that you like to stare



the space around your face
and the air that you breath
The place you love most
you swear you'll never leave


the thing for your hands
like a thing like a glove
like the skin on your body
the perfume that you love

The hand you want to hold
the place where you grow old
The feelings that you hold
the warmth that keeps you from the cold


I want to be your wedding ring
The bird that can hear you sing
the place that you really like to swing
I want to be your everything

I want to be the song
that really rocks you
the one that knocks
the socks right off you