You were the promise at dawn,

I was the morning after.

You were Jesus Christ my Lord,

I was the money lender.

You were the sensitive woman,

I was the very reverend Freud.

You were the manual orgasm,

I was the dirty little boy.



And is this what you wanted

to live in a house that is haunted

by the ghost of you and me?



Is this what you wanted ...



You were Marlon Brando,

I was Steve McQueen.

You were K.Y. Jelly,

I was Vaseline.

You were the father of modern medicine,

I was Mr. Clean.

You where the whore and the beast of Babylon,

I was Rin Tin Tin.



And is this what you wanted ...



And is this what you wanted ...



You got old and wrinkled,

I stayed seventeen.

You lusted after so many,

I lay here with one.

You defied your solitude,

I came through alone.

You said you could never love me,

I undid your gown.



And is this what you wanted ...



And is this what you wanted ...



I mean is this what you wanted ...



That's right, is this what you wanted