Good Night, Sweet Girl

Andera: I need to hear four words before I go to sleep: Good night, sweet girl. I'm easy, I know, but a man who can muster up those four words is a man I wanna stay with.

¿Hay algo mejor que volver a casa y que te estén esperando los besos y las caricias y el calor nada más abrir la puerta?

A veces me asalta el miedo. La sola posibilidad de que vuelva a ocurrir, de perder lo que tengo, me aterra. Supongo que eso significa cuánto me importa. Espero que ese nuevo miedo no lo joda todo.

I woke up near Rittenhouse Square
There was noise in the hall; snow was flowing in the air
And I could see just then the flashing spark
Of the match to my first smoke

Some houses are built to last
It's the couple inside that change too fast
I can see their faces looking through the glass
They're not where they belong

I want to stay with you, baby.
Won't you let me stay?
You're a Beautiful Girl.
I'm right where I belong, baby.
I'm here with you.
You're a Beautiful Girl.

I see your feet at the edge of the bed
While an old Love song is creeping into your head
And as your eyes just closed I could only guess
If you were dreaming of me again

Stained glass casts a flickering light
With the curtains closed I can't tell if it's night
But I know for sure that this sure feels right
With you here between my arms

I want to stay with you, baby.
Won't you let me stay?
You're a Beautiful Girl.
I'm right where I belong, baby.
I'm here with you.
You're a Beautiful Girl.

And I hope that you can take me
When I'm going out of my head.
And I hope that you will keep me
Keep me warm in your bed.

Beautiful Girl - by Pete Droge