Darling, I don't have the cool to call you kid
Or light your long cigarettes, and I won't meet you
On some rain-slicked road to kiss you in a cloud of smoke
I don't have the words
To make you blush or make you swoon,
Or the touch to catch you close
And hold you fast in my arms
Darling, who are you expecting me to be?
I'm no mystery. I don't have the charm
To keep you just by keeping you guessing.
I don't have the words
To make you blush or make you swoon,
Or the touch to catch you close
And hold you fast in my arms