The Man

I thought I wanted a man to entertain me;
A man who wouldn't think of home-cooked meals
Or associate our love with wedding rings or the word "future"
I thought I wanted a man to excite me,
To be the kind of man I couldn't bring home
He would be mine to kiss behind close doors, to speak to in hush tones
So it could be our secret and the happiness would be ours alone
I thought I wanted a man to care for me but is it a surprise
or a shame
that I broke his heart at the first chance I could?
That he was foolish enough to think I could keep my wild fires roaring
under this glass, under his watchful eye, under the pressure?
I thought I wanted a man to love me
And he did so much I ran all the way to the door