Make me a man who falls into pieces when I blow him away For wanting to stay Make me a man who cleans up the mess when I fall for his words The ones I misheard Make me a woman who kisses me first without a game on her mind The stumbling kind Make me a woman who calls me up first to say she misses me so How could she let me go Make me a woman for she's stronger than a man and can take on a girl Who loves me for my curls With whom I'll take on the world With whom I will take on the eyes of the crowds We'll be warriors for love, meet the eyes of our makers With whom I'll be home With whom I'll be home Make me a day on which I'll accept that I am who I am Woman nor man Make me a weekend when I'll lick the salt off your lips at the beach One s**er each Make me a summer that is warm enough to throw myself into the sea Take you and flee The sea, you and me Make me a lover who kisses me first without a game on his mind The stumbling kind