The Man Behind the Woman Rupert Holmes

I'm a superstar in her living room
I’m a superstud in her bed
And I own the greatest mind that the world has ever known
When she tells me what I'm thinking in my head
And I can't believe that I need her love
When I’m obviously much too high and fine
And yet every now and then, I suspect within myself
She's put in me everything I thought I was mine

I'm the man behind the woman
Who's held captive by the man
She's so far within me
If she left I wouldn't stand
Certainly stumble
Probably crumble

I've a noble voice when I sing to her
But as I recall, she often sings along
And it's just occurred to me, when she screams
A little bit
It’s to warn me off the route to somewhere wrong

I’m the man behind the woman
But she makes me think reverse
Builds me while I bind her
I get strong while she gets worse