...en su sepulcro el muerto, el triste en el olvido y mi alma en su desierto...(R. de Castro)

It's him or me, that's what he said
But I can't choose between a vegan and a pot head
So I chose you, because you're sweet
And you give me lots of lovin', and you eat meat
And that's how you became my only man of the hour
You never lie and you don't cheat
And you don't have any baggage tied to your four feet
Do I deserve to be the one
Who will feed you breakfast, lunch and dinner and take you to the park and down?
Will you realy be my only man of the hour?
I know you'll never bring me flowers, but flowers, they will only die
And though we'll never take a shower together, I know you'll never make my cry
You never argue, you don't even talk
And I like the way you let me lead you when we go outside and walk
Will you really be my only man of the hour?
My only man of the hour, my only man of the hour.....