Wrapped in a cloak of protection
Weapons scattered around the place
Where most men want to see tits and ass
You want to see my face.

Whether we say it tonight
Or never give a clue
Doesn’t take away from the fact
I belong to you.

While some are worried
About checkmarks and scores
I believe in the power of us
And I believe, I’m yours.

I may sound all mouthy
But I’ll never go
You sound like forever
But you’re home, Joe.