The Man Behind the Woman - Rupert Holmes

I’m a superstar in her living room

I’m a superstud in her bed

And I own the greatest mind that the world has ever known

When she tells me what I’m thinking in my head

And I can’t believe that I need her love

When I’m obviously much too high and fine

And yet every now and then, I suspect within myself

She’s put in me everything I thought I was mine

I’m the man behind the woman

Who’s held captive by the man

She’s so far within me

If she left I wouldn’t stand

Certainly stumble

Probably crumble

I’ve a noble voice when I sing to her

But as I recall, she often sings along

And it’s just occurred to me, when she screams

A little bit

It’s to warn me off the route to somewhere wrong

I’m the man behind the woman

But she makes me think reverse

Builds me while I bind her

I get strong while she gets worse

I’m the man behind the woman

And I’m leaning on her love

I don’t want her underneath my thumb

But miles above

If I untied her

I might get beside her