You've Got This Curse

I wanna love you like you’ve never been loved before
I’ll be the one to greet you when you walk through our front door
And if you had a bad day at your job, I’d let you talk my ear off
I don’t need a mother, I don’t need a whore
But I wanna love you like you’ve never been loved before
We’ll pick out things that we don;t need at the dollar store
And if you bought a million pairs of shoes, I’d build something you could use
To put them on display forever more
But you’ve gotta let me love your first, you’ve got this curse that I can’t
describe
You’ve gotta talk it though, but it’s hard to do when you can’t trust
That I really wanna love you like you’ve never been loved before
I think I’ve said too much but now I’m gonna say a little bit more
You could give me genital warts, and I might get mad but I’d still be yours
There’s so much else that you and I could explore
But you’ve gotta let me love your first, you’ve got this curse that I can’t
describe
You’ve gotta talk it though, but it’s hard to do when you can’t trust
That I really wanna love you
I wanna love you like you’ve never been loved before
Living together means you don’t have to say bon jour
Your bouts with PMS wouldn’t seem so bad, and if you said mean stuff I’d
understand
That you and I aren’t breaking up no more
But you’ve gotta let me love your first, you’ve got this curse that I can’t
describe
You’ve gotta talk it though, but it’s hard to do when you can’t trust
That I really wanna love you