Lover-To-Be - Morrissey

Have you seen me?

I am your lover-to-be

You might run into the street

You look back for one more peek

It’s okay by me, it’s okay by me

It’s okay by me, it’s okay by me

Oh, I am your lover-to-be

Never before, never again

Will you see such a special man

All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen

All peachy-keen, all peachy-keen, oh

You can trust me, I am your lover-to-be

You act afraid and nervously coy

Because I’m someone you might enjoy, oh

That’s me, that’s me, that’s me, oh

Ayy, ayy, oh, oh

I am your lover-to-be

You say, «God, spare me this corruptor»

God says, «You don’t know how lucky you are»

The paragon knows, the paragon knows

The paragon knows, the paragon knows

I have nothing to say, I am your lover-to-be

Might not be Thursday, it might not be Friday

But soon, I’ll have you my way

Of good Italian stock, mmm, lover-to-be

The way you girlishly, boyishly hide

Is not very much to describe

Oh, oh, oh, I have nothing to say, I am

What is money compared to love?

It is Godless, sexless, stupid and sequestered

Finally, finally

Oh, finally, I am your lover-to-be

I have thrashed all the boozers in town

And it’s your turn now