when my ups are down
when my downs are up
I want you
feeling inside out and
from the outside in
I want you
on a silver screen
in a magazine
i see you
through the telephone
or a megaphone
i want you
assuring
confusing
i see you
in saintly reverence
or wicked decadence
i want you!
when the days just yawn
when the nights are long
I want you
in a coo-coo tone
then i shout it home
i want you