Yo listen Okay. I don't need for you to have long blonde weave down to your knees, I don't need for you to have the latest Gucci shoes or Christian Dior dress, I don't need, in-fact, I don't want you to parade around in your underwear and booty shake for me in a video I don't need for you to sing RnB. I don't need for you to be an independent woman and I don't wanna be an independent man, But if we can get along and laugh and talk and have s** and dream, And laugh and talk and still like each other... Then maybe, just maybe, we can depend on each other. I don't need for you to wear red lipstick or lip gloss or face dust, I like your face just fine as it is, I don't need for you to paint your nails or to add fake ones I think they look kinda silly. I don't need to see your cleavage or your thighs I'm still getting over your eyes and your smile and I don't need any more distractions. I don't need, in fact, I don't want you to sit a certain way or talk like this or walk like a supermodel. I don't need you to loose weight. I do need stimulating conversation, it's like Dead Prez said - I need mind s** I do need to laugh with you, I do need to dream with you, I do need to be able to be honest with you. Maybe I'm getting old but, I'm finding that when you get to know a woman vertically they can be incredibly interesting, inspiring creatures. Just watching you work, watching you think, watching you eat. Maybe I'm getting old but, I can't be bothered to follow my dick around everywhere, I'm happy here and to be honest I just ain't got the energy. Maybe I'm getting old but, I feel like its okay to be vulnerable, to be upset, to admit I ain't the biggest, baddest, strongest man on the planet And sometimes I feel inadequate. Maybe I'm getting old but I just don't need it any more Yah know...