I'll be your woman with unwavering eyes 
Aflame with the spirits and the mysteries of life 
The hands of a healer and a samurai 
I'll be your woman and you can be mine. 
I'll be the gypsy on a path through the trees 
The deal maker with front row seats 
Who turns from the armchair and the picket line 
I'll be your woman and you can be mine. 

Not your princess, not your stallion- 
an [bad word] creature 
Not your teacher, not your shivering doll- 
But hunkier than your neighbor 
Not your mummy, not your daddy- 
I'm over being daddy 
Not your stallion, don't you lay down- 
Get yourself a sailor 

I'll be the mirror where you are a queen 
Your fellow magician of the waking dream 
Hung with a hammer and a glass of wine 
I'll be your woman and you can be mine.