Dreams Love Legs

Hey love, I'm so sorry.
Her porcelain legs fight my eyes,
and the way her auburn hair shines;
darling, it just makes her lips more tempting.
I've always been a sucker for big blues,
and here rests a perfect pair;
a duet of oceans.

I'll take a few steps back,
but baby this archer has range.
I'll fuel the fire,
and she'll continue to make the leaps.

What am I supposed to do?
I'm fighting this battle alone,
and it's no secret I'm far too into my head;
shoulda left those dreams in our bed.

Lover, I need to come home...