All of the women I've adored
Revealed themselves as feudal lords
And in a land I'll never see
They would reveal themselves to me
Invite me in and let me know
I am a child, she's a ghost
All of the women that I've loved
Came on to me from up above
And in a language I can't speak
They wouldn't turn the other cheek
Without the warmth of her caress
I won't deny her paper flesh
She has no skin upon her bones
I am a child, she's a ghost
All of the women that I trust
I've used for baser needs of lust
In fantasies they'll never know
I would remove all of their clothes
Reveal myself as what I'm not:
Lothario and polyglot
I need a friend to hold my hand
To comfort me and understand
I'm no great man, I'm flesh and bone
I am a child, she's a ghost