I want my man back,
the man who calls me back instead of telling me he will.
I want my man back,
the one who holds me and kisses me passionately.

I want my man back
the one who said something and remembered it,
instead of commenting about how he can't
because of some substance induced haze.

I want my man back,
the one who remebered the passion in honesty between us.
Not the one who makes booty calls and nasty mocking comments
about how he has to take care of home.

I want my man back,
the one who had fire in his eyes for me eachtime we saw eachother,
not the one who seems to show up just to keep me in an emotional cage,
sidelined for his selfishness.

I want my man back,
the one who understands what his word is worth and doesn't
cheapen it or his reputation with small insignifigant lies.

I want my man back,
the one who still awakes mornings after dreaming to think of me
and get as hard as chinese arithmetic.

I want my man back
the one who feels my love is a worth while prize, and not a weakness.

I want my man back,
the man who picked me out on a starry night,
and who wants to remember me and each and everyday with me,
because he loves and desires me.