She's in control, she unique, 
the tattoo on her wrist told me.
She always cries, before she sleeps, 
the supermarket wine cuts deep.

I want more than keeping score, 
I want hopes and dreams, 
I want more than keeping score, 
give yourself to me. 

He's got his toys, his games of war, 
he turns it on and locks the door. 
He used to dream of easy girls, 
now he doesn't dream at all. 

I want more than keeping score, 
I want hopes and dreams, 
I want more than keeping score, 
give yourself to me. 

You are the one, 
you are the one. 

He tells me that he loves me, but sometimes that isn't enough, 
I just want to be desired.