when my ups are down

when my downs are up

I want you

feeling inside out and

from the outside in

I want you



on a silver screen

in a magazine

i see you

through the telephone

or a megaphone

i want you



assuring

confusing

i see you

in saintly reverence

or wicked decadence

i want you!



when the days just yawn

when the nights are long

I want you

in a coo-coo tone

then i shout it home

i want you