He couldn’t care less, or less
Would, if he could, carve his name on your back
Like a blind pianist
Draw the stubborn letters and nothing more
He would capture the sun, playing on your walls
Could store the rays, but refuse your calls
He would capture the sun, playing on your walls
Could store the rays, but refuse your calls

He would come back for more,
If he would, if he could, care a little more
He would say you’re attractive and different;
Play with your hair and prepare your breakfast
He would invent a cocktail with your name.
Would kiss you awake and asleep
He would invent a cocktail with your name.
… ice and strawberry

He would be arrogant
If he could make you jealous of his confidence
Would not drink nor smoke too much.
Sweep tears away with a casual touch.
“Only you”, he’d say, with his eyes. 
If he could, yes he would care a little more
“Only you”, he’d say, with his eyes.
…………. And strawberries.