�*80s, i wanna be yours. uh-huh. yeah, sure. this is — yeah, it's a valentine poem. kind of a love poem? yeah, yeah. started life as a — i wrote it for the feast of saint valentine, the annual celebration of courtly romance, and my version goes like this. let me be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. let be your morris marina, i will never rust. if you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. you call the shots. i wanna be yours. let me be your raincoat for those frequent rainy days. let me be that dreamboat when you wanna sail away. let me be your teddy bear, take me wi...