i want to be the hot butter
on your breakfast toast
the bacon on your BLT
the sugar in your french roast
i want to be the amen
in your nightly prayer
the brush that you use
to tame your wild hair
i want to be the belt
that holds your jeans up
the clasp in your bra
the cloth you use to clean up
i want to be the joke
that makes you laugh
the blanket that keeps you warm
the water that fills your bath
i want to be the paint
that covers your toes
the perfume that you wear
the tissue when you blow your nose
i want to be the music
that shakes your hips
the house you come home to
the chapstick that softens your lips
i want to be the fluid
that quenches your thirst
the purse you carry
the best when you feel the worst
i want to be the bed
at your favorite tanning spot
the bags when you shop
the cool when your hot
i want to be the destination
of your road trip
the waiter you tip
the liquor you sip
i want to be the paste
that freshens your breath
the third button down
the slip thats under your dress
i want to be the man
that makes you say damn
the one in your plans
the same one holding your hand
i want to be the guy
you need to make to make you moan
the brother who gets you
the dude that can answer your phone
i want to be the person
that makes you feel great
the food thats on your plate
the fella that knows your weight
i want to be the song
that makes you want to sing
the purchaser of the ring
the soulmate... i want to be your everything
