~Is it my fortune or my fame
Is it my money or my name
Is it my personality
Or just my sexuality
What is my charisma~

I see you watching me. You think you're so slick, so sneaky that you can just glance across the room with your eyes lowered and no one will notice. But I do. I'm used to it. You think I've gotten this far in life, looking like I do, without more than a few lustful stares? Obviously you're more clueless than I could've ever given you credit for being. I'm not saying I don't like it, but it does get old after awhile. If I had a nickel for every time some guy had worshipped me from afar, I'd be a rich man. Wait…I AM a rich man. But you get my point.


~Is it my body or my brain
Do I drive you insane
Is it the power of my touch
Do you need me too much~

When you speak to me, it's never about what's on your mind. Work…it's always about work. But you always stand a little closer than necessary, touching my arm, my back…whatever you can get away with without being too conspicuous. I feel your breath on my skin when you talk to me and sometimes, when you're standing next to me, I long to turn my head, look into your eyes and kiss you. Yes, you heard that right…I want to kiss you. I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your hands on my body in ways that I never have.


~What is my charisma
What is my charisma
Is it my fortune or my fame
Is it my money or my name
What is my charisma~

I can't help what I am. I didn't ask to be born like this. People spend thousands of dollars to make themselves more beautiful, but they don't understand what they're getting themselves into. For me, it's more of a curse than a blessing. The one thing that attracts you to me is the same thing that holds you back. You must think that I have people throwing themselves at my feet, clambering for a chance to be near me. But, that couldn't be farther from the truth.


~What is my charisma, what is it I've got
What is it about me that gets you so hot~

I don't delude myself into thinking I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Someone told me once the reason I am alone. He said it was because of my…beauty, my personality, my smile that people avoid me. They think that someone like me would be unattainable or taken or the biggest jerk on the face of the earth. He should know - he's dealt with it his entire life as well. He's even dealt with you - and he says that you are the worst one of all. You, with all your beauty and charm, think you are unworthy of love from such a heavenly creature.


~Am I the master of your soul
Do you lose all control
Is it my fire or my flame
Do I drive you insane
What is my charisma~

I ain't no angel. I'm just a man. Flesh and blood, just like you. And when I see you watching me, I watch you. I watch…I wonder…I dream. And late at night, when I'm all alone in my hotel room, I fantasize. I want you, as much as you want me. Maybe even more, because unlike you, I'm willing to make a move. So when you walk into the locker room, script in hand, and you sit next to me to go over our segment, I move a little too close to you.

I touch your arm, leaning my head inches away from yours, hanging on every word you say. I see the slight smile on your face when my hair brushes your shoulder. I feel the heat as I "accidentally" put my hand on your thigh as I read the pages in your hand. And I see the shock on your face as I turn my head and my lips brush against your cheek. Color rises in your face when you ask me what I want in a particular spot of the promo, and I whisper, "I want you."

There is a question in your eyes when you look at me, and I nod, letting you know that you heard what I said and I mean it. The goofy grin that covers your face is my proof, proof that you want me too. I never asked to be born beautiful or charming or irresistible. All I ever wanted was to be loved, desired and taken to places that only exist in love songs. And I think that tonight, I just might get what I want.

~Finis~