I'd like to call you sometime I'd like you to need me one time What would you do if you knew the truth? Oh what would you do if I told you the story of my life? Would you find me overly familiar towards you? Would you call me crude, fling me aside to the birds? What do I do with all these feelings warming me up inside? What do I do with all these precious hours dreaming of you and I? Would you recognize it's a need I've been fighting for so long? Would you recognize it's a hunger only you can fill? I'd like to call you sometime Oh I would like to call you I'd like to call you sometime I'd like you to need me one time
My desk drawer, a bit messy, a catchall.