Honey, lovin’ you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to play at being irresponsible,
I come home late and love your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I never have a bad thing to report.

You’re my picture on the wall,
You’re my vision in the hall,
You’re the one I’m talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it,
And you’re the funny little frog in my throat.

My eyesight’s fading, my hearing’s dim,
I can’t get insured for the state I’m in,
I’m a danger to myself I’ve been starting fights,
At the party at the club on a Saturday night,
But I don’t get disapproving from my girl,
She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls.

You’re my picture on the wall,
You’re my vision in the hall,
You’re the one I’m talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it,
I am living out the life of a poet,
I am the jester in the ancient courts,
And you’re the funny little frog in my throat.

I had a conversation with you last night,
It was a little one sided but that’s all right,
I tell you in the kitchen about my day,
You sit on the bed in the dark changing place,
With the ghost that was there before you came,
You’ve come to save my,my life again.

I don’t dare to touch your hand,
I don’t dare to think of you,
In a physical way,
And I don’t know how you smell,
You are the cover of my magazine,
You’re my fashion tip, a living museum,
I’d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays,
And maybe tell you all about it, someday.