Mr. Hush

These are lyrics to a song I wrote (with a guitar). The men in my life inspire me.

He claims to be a thieving b*****d, yet I cannot turn away.  His words are liquid sex and when I drink my fill, it's disarray.  Suddenly, my heart's on display.  Suddenly, I'm drunk on love.  He stole my common sense, now he's the only man I'm thinking of.  Should I fear feeling this great?  Will he be another lover to hate?  After the glow has gone, will I still be his only one?  Oh, so smooth, he's got me stuttering.  So suave, he's got me quivering.  Oh, that smile!  One more flash and there's no denial- I'll be brash again.  I never realized what love had made my heart turn bitter, but he made it better with a Shakespearean letter.  Damn, he's good with words.  And it's like, nine lives, what an ego trip!  And I watched him swoop as he missed the tip of my arrow.  Cupid's having hell to pay now, but then I see his cats eyes.  I capsize when I think he speaks lies; I realize he's actually truthful in his poetic mouthful.  Mr. Hush, hush babe!  Meet me in the opium den, I'll kiss you now, you tell me when and I will follow you into the dark.  Warn me if it's dangerous.  Am I feeling love or feeling lust?  It's 'whatever'.  But if we should part, know that I am completely enamored.  I adore your entire manner:  devious, adventurous, incomparable, mysterious.  All the things that it would take to make my heart break.  He claims to be a thief, but how can he steal what's freely given?  He claims to need relief, so I shall provide him a haven in my arms.