Make me a man who falls into pieces when I blow him away
For wanting to stay
Make me a man who cleans up the mess when I fall for his words
The ones I misheard
Make me a woman who kisses me first without a game on her mind
The stumbling kind
Make me a woman who calls me up first to say she misses me so
How could she let me go
Make me a woman for she's stronger than a man and can take on a girl
Who loves me for my curls
With whom I'll take on the world
With whom I will take on the eyes of the crowds
We'll be warriors for love, meet the eyes of our makers
With whom I'll be home
With whom I'll be home
Make me a day on which I'll accept that I am who I am
Woman nor man
Make me a weekend when I'll lick the salt off your lips at the beach
One sucker each
Make me a summer that is warm enough to throw myself into the sea
Take you and flee
The sea, you and me
Make me a lover who kisses me first without a game on his mind
The stumbling kind