Ladies of the eighties

When we met I was a lady in distress I needed someone to hold on to For a while, infatuated by a smile Finally showed both ways was mistaken for love I always found a bit of security in someone else...

I will build you a castle with a tower so high It reaches the moon I'll gather melodies from birdies that fly And compose you a tune I'll give you lovin' warm as Mama's oven And if that don't do Then...