I am weak and tired here, you are mine and I am yours This “L” word we mutter, what does it mean? A single breath or something more? One ticket please, I'd like to take journey; A pleasant trip for something more [Sax Solo - J Garden] The chills, the shocks. The shell around me crumbles A cracked egg - your undead yolk Your chiseled face sets my mood On top or bottom? Jazz or Folk? Trust is must, and I want you I'm feeling sticky, so be my glue Expect, my dear. Men always do I've got something in store for you, it's unexpected