Well, you didn't have the patience
And I didn't have the time
But if you should have been a farmer
Then I should have been a mime
Still, you surely see
We’ve changed each other utterly
So we are caught up in a bind

Passion, love and hate mail
Knew not of our night’s kind
You’d a thing about musicians
I’d a thing about your eyes
Now there must be no question mark
Left hanging out in inquisitive park
That we're the love of one another’s lives

Yeah, you’re my Ava Gardner
I’m your Sinatra
We are bound around the waist, babe
Yeah, no matter where we are
No matter where we are
No matter who we are with
We are bound around the hips, babe

And you knew I could be gentle
When I was in the mood
You knew just when to leave me
To pontificate and brood
So industrialists and God, Scott
You chose your bullfights but got
Only ones you’d ever lose

We were too too like each other
We would clash at every turn
Yet for your sacred fire, babe
I’d still gladly char and burn
You knew what it was to face
Being animals who have grace
We admitted ignorance
Not learned anything

Yeah, you’re my Ava Gardner
I’m your Sinatra
We are bound around the waist, babe
Yeah, no matter where we are
No matter where we are
No matter who we are with
We are bound around the hips, babe

Yeah but that’s what happens our kind
‘Cause we want to have it all
We are jealous to the core hon’
Romantic to a fault
But having said all of this
I’d not change a word or a kiss
You were a Monday morning malt