This beautiful, dark-haired angel sleeping
Next to me, right next to me,
She don’t know the things she’s put me through.
Wind blows through the entire house
And asks me, just asks me
If he can borrow her for a while or two.
But I die tying her down to the couch,
And I’m not a sucker for going out
Like that, oh, no, on the contrary,
I think I’m pretty fuckin’ amazing.