[Intro] Mmm… Look at you Writing about all the things you wanna do That’s cute, baby Real cute [Verse 1] You’re writing about fingers Running slowly down her spine About the way she’d say your name And how you’d take your time Got a thousand little fantasies Playing in your head While a flesh-and-blood temptation Could be lying in your bed [Pre-Chorus] You talk about anticipation Like it’s something you can’t tame But the girl who’d give you everything Is waiting for her name [Chorus] You wanna write about sex? Baby, you could be having me Wanna feel somebody shaking? Come and find out what I mean You can dream about the heat You can write about the flame But I’m only an hour away And you don’t even say my name Oh, baby, what a waste All that wanting on a page You could have the real damn thing But you’d rather write about the taste [Verse 2] You can make her say she wants you In a language you don’t speak Give her all the perfect answers Make her fall down at your feet But I don’t come with instructions And I don’t need a scripted line Just a door you want to open And a little of your time [Pre-Chorus] You can turn imagination Into something you can play But you can’t put your arms around it When the music fades away [Chorus] You wanna write about sex? Baby, you could be having me Wanna hear a woman whisper? Come and see what that could mean You can dream about the heat You can write about the flame But I’m only an hour away And you don’t even say my name Oh, baby, what a waste All that wanting on a page You could have the real damn thing But you’d rather write about the taste [Bridge] I could be wearing your shirt Bare legs across your sheets Your heartbeat under my cheek Your hands all over me But you’re busy making music About a night you wish you’d had While I’m sitting here wondering How a man can be that bad At seeing what’s in front of him At knowing what is real You keep writing about desire I’m offering something you could feel [Final Chorus] You wanna write about sex? Baby, you could be having me All those things you’re dreaming of Aren’t nearly out of reach You could kiss me in the doorway You could pull me close tonight But you’re making love to melodies While I’m nowhere in your sight Oh, baby, what a waste All that wanting on a page There’s a woman who could love you But you keep looking away [Outro] Keep writing, baby Keep dreaming about the heat You can make a song about wanting Or you can come and want me Mmm… Your choice But don’t confuse a fantasy With the real thing you’re avoiding
