Certain men make a woman feel this way,
Can I serve you, can I lay down in your care, I will trust you with my essence, nothing held back, everything shared.
Can I serve you, bring to you your favorite foods, rub you down in oils, the thought of your presence puts me in that mood to serve you,
Can I turn back your blankets, darn your socks, clean your clothes?
I will listen to your dreams, with you I am rethinking all I know.
Ccan I serve you, place your shoes by the bed, can I intrigue you with my intellect or would you rather I dance instead?
Can we debate a situation, give you another way to see, that I am more than the image, I am what a woman is suppose to be?
Can I meet you in the middle, hear the beating of your heart?
Can I lose my overwhelming whim to run?
It seems to end before it start.
Can I hold on to these feelings that call forever in to play, can I serve this man I yearn for until his dying day?
Can I serve you as a friend?
Can I learn what make you cry?
Please show me what motives you, your smile makes feel as if wishes are falling from the sky.
Can I wash away the madness so you long for only me?
Can I serve you with passion, give you reason to believe?
Can I touch those parts of you, you hide from all the rest?
Can I polish your reflection?
Can I put this service to the test?
Can I serve you?
Can I wake by your side?
Can I ride with you with the top down?
Can i be the substitute for your pride?
Can I serve you?
Can we run the race as one?
Can I be the one you search out in folly or in fun?
Can I serve you, be the answer to the quest, be your happily ever after, I sware to do my best?
Can i be the substitute for your pride?
Can I serve you?