Be my American steam Be my Jean Seberg and my new French queen Be my Breathless scream Be what I look for in everything Be the newest widow’s still worn wedding ring Be a photo of autumn leaves on the first day of spring Chapped lips, don’t change a thing Don’t change a thing Be my change, don’t change a thing Be my change, don’t change a thing Be the harvest moon that makes Jupiter sore Be the kind of work I’ve spent my life working for Be my drunkest nights blackout peaceful sleep Be my memories I wish I could keep (don’t change a thing, don’t change a thing)