Loneliness was tough,
The toughest role you ever played;
Hollywood created a superstar –
And pain was the price you paid;
Even when you died,
The press still hounded you –
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude.
So please, please, let me grow old with you,
After everything we've been through, what's left to prove?
So please, please, please, oh please let me grow old with you.
But I want love, just a different kind.
I want love, won't break me down,
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in.
I want a love, that don't mean a thing.
That's the love I want, I want love.