in the morning...

i am gonna take over mars, i am gonna be a better man
i am gonna show you the best of this world, while holding your hand
it might not mean something now, but it’ll mean something later
after dinner i’ll get the bill, and you can tip the waiter

can’t walk right up to you, and say you’re lovely (“you’re lovely”)
so i’ll wander this club, and hope you’ll walk up to me (“to me”)
get no sense of this dance floor, fall into your eyes (“or your lies”)
take me home tonight, and i’ll move down between your thighs

i can hardly believe that you want me in your bed
i can hardly believe that you want me to know you there
i can hardly believe that you want me in the morning
i can hardly believe that you want me here at all

my friends say you’re too good, for the likes of me
but few friends i got, and only a few friends i need
so i’ll take you out, to where you want to go
i’ll do the things you like, and put on a private show

we get drunk in public restrooms, and run through public parks
after dark we swim in water holes, and then try to find our clothes
lost our bikes and, our frisbee in the woods
so we walk on home, between raindrops on our tip toes

i can hardly believe that you want me in your bed
i can hardly believe that you want me to know you there
i can hardly believe that you want me in the morning
i can hardly believe that you want me here at all

it takes time getting use to it but i am getting use to it, alright