Don’t give me the moon. I just asked for the night off.
Don’t give me your love, I just asked for a date.
Give me all your heart and I’ll give you a coronary-
Nothing I can think of is more ordinary.
Give me your everything seems like a bit of a risk;
All I asked for was a kiss!
Don’t call me ‘yours’ when I don’t call you ‘mine’
That kind of thing makes me whine-
-And speaking of wine, get me something cheap
Nobody drinks it for the taste;
And I want none of our nights to waste
Don’t call me bossy!
I’ll order you to stop!
My street’s full of future lost-lovers
Hiding under a stranger’s covers.
No, don’t call me anything. I need nothing.
Just hold me, and feel me;
Just kiss me and sometimes miss me-
Yes, that sounds about right.