Again and again the same situation
In a room full ot mirrors
For so many years
Tethered to a ringing telephone
A pretty girl in your bathroom
Checking out her sex appeal
I asked myself when you said you loved me
Still I sent up my prayer
"Do you think this can be real?" Wondering where it had to go
With heaven full of astronauts
And the Lord on death row
While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
CalI out and clamour to be found
Caught in their struggle for higher positions You've had lots of lovely women
And their search for love that sticks around
Now you turn your gaze to me
Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
To see if I'm worthy
Like the church
Like a mother
Like a cop
Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
And I need your approval
You want me to be truthful Still I sent up my prayer
I said "Send me somebody
Who's strong, and somewhat sincere"
With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
Wondering who was there to hear
And my search for love
Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
I called out to be released
That don't seem to cease.
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