This Girl
More than a man
More than a lover
You pocket me like a shilling
I don't know if i'm ready
But i've no shortage of willing
Will i always be good enough
To be with her
I'm young and i'm dumb and i come like a howitzer
I'm like a kid waiting for a letter
I check the mail on sunday
Cross the street for something better in the land of someday
Now what can i say to that
When i get a thank you in the morning
After we spend the night together
How about you're welcome forever
Suicidal on friday
Better by sunday
Catastrophic on monday
Cause this girl loves me
I could shake the gates of heaven
And be the first devil to try to trade my one sin for all seven