Every time that we make love
you get so worried and you hold my face,
am I coming to another girl?
am I going to another place?

And every time that I slip into you
I close my eyes and you think I’m lost,
am I after all the ones who slipped away,
making up for all the loves I’ve crossed?

No, my love, if it were so easy,
no my love, who would understand,
no my love, it’s so paradoxical,
trying to love a woman, trying to be a man.

Every time that a man makes love
he’s in a tunnel that descends through time,
he’s a part of every stag in rut,
blowing free and casting seeds of grime,

he’s a part of every seduction,
every back door and every near escape,
every troubadour’s bone conduction,
every dream, and every rape.

No, my love, if it were so easy,
no my love, who would understand,
no my love, it’s so paradoxical,
trying to love a woman, trying to be a man,,

Every time that we make love
I want to feel you feeling me,
I try so hard just to lose myself,
making me be you and making you be me,

but I can never lose myself,
I’m a part of every male in time,
I’m a part of every terminator,
and every angel who had bliss in mind.

No my love, you don’t want me flying,
no my love, you constrict the band,
but part of me will always escape you,
part of me will always be a man.