Wait a minute mister
I think it might be best
Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest the slightest bit of interest
I should come with a warning
See the majority of my life I've been in rare form
You know a couple of steps below the norm
But I'd empty the pockets of the jeans I've worn tonight
If you'll forget yourself until the morning
Cause I'm thinking I could kiss you the warmest of all your breathing days
You don't have to kiss me back
I just need to be sure I remember the way
It could make me comfortable
See I haven't slept for going on five hundred years
And hide me 'neath the shade of the hand of fear
And don't be confused the way I look is merely
A nack for finding dark corners
Ask my friends cause they all think they know
Least it seemed from the last letter that he wrote
That I just can't calm down this hot-blooded music in my throat
And in comparison it made him boring
Still I'm thinking I could love you
The sweetest of all your breathing days
You don't have to give it back
I just need to be sure I remember the way
It could make me comfortable
So wait a minute mister
I think it might be best
Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest
The slightest bit of interest
I should come with a warning