come to me with ardour if
you please
I’ll meet you halfway,
down on my knees
with a song on my lips and
a grin on my face
I’ll play easy to get and
cut to the chase
aye come to me with lust
if you can
I’ll grab you by your
waist and try be your man
with courtesy in my voice
and chivalry in my veins
and a vow to be the one
who forever remains
yes come to me with
honesty if it’s true
in a fragile false world,
a real point of view
I’ll match you truth for
truth, give you my word
and live up to it like a superstition
adhered
why, come to me with a
happy little wink
a tease and a dimple to
make a heart think
I’ll answer you with a
rascal’s devil-may-care
with sweet nothings or maybe
just a stare
ah, come to me with a tear
in your eye
with a loud aching sob or
a soft silent sigh
I’ll sit not still; I’ll sweat
the extra mile
to search and surrender to
you that lost lovely smile
worst, come to me all helpless
and broken
I’ll hear the words that never
need be spoken
I’ll be hug and shoulder, bandage
and balm
cold water to your fire,
all caress and calm
but woe come to me with abuse
and rage
like a tyrant with an
unjust war to wage
frothing with cruelty, for
cruelty’s own cause
like a madman – or
madwoman – following own laws
then like a flood in unholy
unforgiving spate
you’ll find my love drown
you, only now as hate.
ram
cobain
