I've hungered for your touch, so feel me For you my dear I'd sever my head, Without you my dear I'd rather be dead I need you, to need me, so heal me For you my dear I'd sever my head, Without you my dear I'd rather be dead Old, I'm getting old Passing these years through the eyes of a woman's mind I'm waiting still naked, so touch me For you my dear I'd sever my head, Without you my dear I'd rather be dead Old, I'm getting old Passing these years through the eyes of a woman's mind I'm lonely without you, so use me For you my dear I'd sever my head, Without you my dear I'd rather be dead Old, I'm getting old Passing these years through the eyes of a woman's mind Of a woman's mind Of a woman's mind