I'd never hurt you in a month of Sundays
Yes I'll sign upon the dotted line
A promise to love you in a thousand and one ways
On the day I make you mine

Now, I'm quite the legend in my own lunchtime
Egg on face upon a pasty smile
You're boxing clever; I'm just the punchline
I just want to make you mine

So, I let fly
an embarrassing line or three
Tired of stewing; something's brewing
Hope that I'm your cup of tea 

Don't need a lear jet; too slow I'll bet
I see you waving at the finish line
Patience is a virtue (sounds like voodoo)
I just want to make you mine

Tired of waiting, starting gating
Out in lover's lane, stepping on the lines
Off to the races and about-faces
Hope I'm not disqualified!

I'm full of high hopes up on this tightrope
Offer me a safety net and I'll decline
Hold that hoop again, I'll jump through again
Put me on a circus sign
That says "I'm going to make you mine"
The crowd laughs but I don't mind
I only want to make you mine
The ending gets ‘em every time
Watch them as I make you mine...