Martina Sorbara - Better Man Lyrics
He said 'take off your clothes for meI've got a dirty fantasyYour body's generosityCould really be of use to me'Naturally I said, 'certianly'He said 'I've got some timeIf you don't mindTo close your eyesAnd be robbed blindI'm in a bind, you'd be so kind'His words were sweet and silver-linedI said 'fine,' well how can I declineAnd he's told me I'm efficientConveniently complacentHe told me that I got the job doneHe said I best do all that I canTo make him a better manAnd make him a better manWhen he's goneBetter when he's goneI don't know what he takes me forBut he's had meAnd he'll take me moreHe says that's what sweet fleash is forOh what's leftBut this apple coreAnd he's told me I'm efficientConveniently complacentHe told me that I got the job doneHe said I best do all that I canTo make him a better manAnd make him a better manWhen he's goneBetter when he's gone