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...