If He Were Here...

If he were here
He'd tell me I was beautiful.
He'd say he'd never met anyone
As pretty as me.
If he were here
He'd tell me I was his queen of darkness;
His lady of the night.
He'd pick me up, spin me around,
Kiss me 'til I cried.
He'd love me and hold me until the morning light
When the sun came up
And I sadly fled for the night.