Odds / King of the Heap

>King of the Heap

Could it be you're the one?
Maybe I'm now the lucky guy
Or should I turn ad run?
It's so easy to see that I
Could wash you feet
And fill you womb
And I would be you man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can
Is it gonna hurt if we try?
Is this the calm before the flood
Well we may skip like stones
Or you could pull me from the mud
And I would wash your feet
And fill your womb
And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can
I will miss the songs and stories
And the things you brought in
Could it be it's been so long
I can't love you, I've forgotten how
I'm shy, once bitten
Though I'm desperate I keep my place
If nothing is written
Must you leave me without a trace?
Whe I would was your feet
And fill you womb
And I would be your man
Well it hurts to know but I don't think I can