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I Would Be Your Man

Could it be youre the one?
Maybe Im now the lucky guy
Or should I turn and run?
Its so easy to see that I
Could wash your feet, and fill your womb
And I would be your man
But it hurts to know, but I dont think I can

Is is gonna hurt if we try?
Is this the calm before the flood?
Well we may skip like stones
Or you could pull me from the mud
And I would wash your feet, and fill your womb
And I would be your man
But it hurts to know, but I dont think I can

I will miss the songs and stories and the things you brought in
Could it be it's been so long, I can't love you; I've forgotten how?

I'm shy, once bitten
Though I'm desperate, I keep my place
If nothing is written,
Must you leave me without a trace?
When I would wash your feet, and fill your womb
And I would be your man
But it hurts to know, but I dont think I can