This Girl

More than a man
 More than a lover
 You pocket me like a shilling
 I don't know if i'm ready
 But i've no shortage of willing
 Will i always be good enough
 To be with her
 I'm young and i'm dumb and i come like a howitzer
 I'm like a kid waiting for a letter
 I check the mail on sunday
 Cross the street for something better in the land of someday
 Now what can i say to that
 When i get a thank you in the morning
 After we spend the night together
 How about you're welcome forever
 Suicidal on friday
 Better by sunday
 Catastrophic on monday
 Cause this girl loves me
 My fortune cookie says i'm ready to die
 I could shake the gates of heaven
 And be the first devil to try to trade my one sin for all seven