I Mean It -

He turns his head, outside the streets are dead enough

We fell on the bed and suddenly we were someone else

Curled in your neck, arching my back, I taste you again

Feel any embrace, there certainly is a limited view

Do you think I don’t mean it?

I do

I wanted you to love me as you had loved me once

I was already willing when you drove out of sight

Blending out late invalid to win you back

I wanna love you so much more.

sugar, when we meet again

Do you think I don’t mean it?

I do

I’ll gnaw out my last pair of shoes for you

The ashtrays heat with my response to you

But the liquor cabinet is empty Oh!

Feeling this for you

And the streets are slick with «more and more» 's for you

Do you think I don’t mean it.

I do