She said I was the one to fulfil her dreams
She said I was the flake in her tub of ice cream
She said I could take her to the moon and back
She said I was something else in the sack

She said I was her lucky lottery win
She said I was the tonic in her gin
She said I was dashing and debonaire
She said I sang like Sinatra and danced like Astaire

She said I was the gold on her yellow brick road
She said I made her hidden passions explode
She said I was so masculine, macho and male
She said I was the wind that blew her sail

She said that my poems were the best she'd read
She said she even liked the bald patch on my head
She said I could father her twenty-two kids...
Then my wife woke me up with a dig in the ribs