He's My Man

Late September in the City The sky is grey, the air is sticky I keep falling in and out of sleep Letting the sun scorch the grass The flies are mucking on the glass But they're the only other friends I have You see I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn't have to go to work And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn He's my man We're hand in hand To hell and back And I love him like nobody else can He's my man I've been damned No, nobody has to understand Me and my man I stay home and make his dinner Even though somehow he keeps getting thinner I wait watching the washing machine spin 'round and around again I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn't have to go to work He keeps complaining that his vision's blurred But he's my man We're hand in hand To hell and back And I love him like nobody else can He's my man I've been damned No, nobody has to understand Me and my man He keeps having feverish dreams That he can never, ever leave He wakes, headaches, funny taste to his tea I want him to stay here forever He's happiest with me 'Cause he He's my man And I love him like nobody else can He's my man He's gone quite mad No, nobody has to understand Me and my man