Rupert Holmes — The Man Behind the Woman

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 I'm the man behind the woman And I’m leaning on her love I don't want her underneath my thumb But miles above If I untied her I might get beside her