(I’ll Be Your) Subject/Object

 

 

I’ll be your subject
I’ll be your object
I haven’t told you yet
how desparate I can get
I’d submit for you
I’ll be your target too
if you require it
My dear
I’ll be your well worn
I’ll be your candy corn
Whatever that means,
I’m glad that you were born
And if you don’t stay,
I’ll want you anyway
until the curtain comes down

I don’t want to say I’m desparate
but it’s true my life’s a mess but
you ignite my heart and guess what?
I can carry on

I’ll get a permit
to be a hermit
A vow of silence
renounce all violence
And for a hundred years
I’ll cry a million tears
if you don’t phone me
right now

But if you give me
some positivity
a little whisper
that I’m your mister
than that can do me sufficient messagery
to make me keep on keeping on

I don’t want to say I’m desparate
But it’s a true my life’s a mess but
you ignite my heart and guess what?
I can carry on

You make me keep on
I keep on keeping on
Oh, cherry cream on
Come on and cheer me on
Cos you are not a nun
I’m not a vicar’s son
so come on, let’s get it on