I will love other men,
While I wait for you
I will let them stroke my hair,
And taste my perfume
Whispering in my ear
That they want to be mine.
Telling me they want me
And I will tell them that's fine,
And I will cry into pillow sheets,
While their backs are turned at me,
Cause with every kiss, I know inside
With you is where I want to be.