Melted candles on the window sill
Perfume in the haze
Ashtrays spread across the floor
On a normal day
We lay out across the bed
Just like we always did
And in this house, the devil laid his hands on our head
And made them spin
I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be
Your man
Your man, lord
No more defenses
Like no more peace of mind
Keeping in these knives stabbing
Spilling out your blood to me
Yeah
I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be
Your man
Your man, lord
Yeaahhh
Yeah!
I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be
Your man
Your man, lord
I want to be your man
If you think I cared
I want to be
Your man
Your man, lord
