Wet Dreams Part 1

That's where I spend the whole day longing to be,

because that's where he is.

I'm just the sax player. All I have is music.

He doesn't even know that I'm alive. But why should he?

Every night of the week, he has his choice of any man he wants.

Why should he care about me?

Lover and friend, this has to end.

You should know why.

If you care for me, you'll set me free.

To see me cry

You always make me cry

Beautiful friend, this is the end

Enough of this lie

Before I go, please let me know

When we play together, it's like I can touch him in a way that no one else can.

With my notes, I can feel the smoothness of his skin.

With music, I can caress his warm body and feel his breath on mine.

When we play, I imagine that he is all mine.

In the wee hours, after the club closes and everyone's gone, I go home alone again,

and I wait for the following night to arrive.

I wonder if he's also alone.

Ah, but a man like that, how would he ever be alone?

Hey there.

Hello.

Don't you speak any English?

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