L. Cohen

“the moon's too brightthe chain's too tightthe beast won't go to sleep.I've been thinking of those promises I madeto you that I could not keep.I know a man never got a woman backby beggin on his knees,or I'd crawl to you babyand I'd fall at your feetI'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heatI'd tear at your heartI'd claw at your sheetsAnd I'd say please.Please.I'm your man.”