Half past five in my morning and where are you now

I am perfumed like a dress man and I am waiting for your call

Will you ever, please, I need you so, be available to me?

Baby, may I tell you: You are not the only one

I care to love and make love to.

How you’re gonna deal with that, but

I’ll never tell you anyway; what the fuck!

Blame it on my shyness.

But it is true.