Some days you cry

And other days you weep

But most days all you wanna do is sleep

And then you crawl into bed with the one you love

And he makes it all better with his sentimental drugs

Then you look at his face

And he tells you your fate

With heightened pitch and fervent grace

You'll accept anything he says

Under his sweet, potent breath

You breathe it too

Breathe it in

And feel his strength inside you.