full of moxie and viscosity

I want a man who will tell me my voice is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.
Who will tell me he's proud of me for singing.
Who will tell me makeup is junk and to wipe that stuff off before I come to bed, darlin.
Who will drive across the country peddling my record and punch the lights out of some guy who's not listening closely enough to me while I'm singing on the radio.
Who will make me a bunch of babies someday and love them too much.
Who will pull our car over because he can't wait until we get home to kiss my face.
Who will buy my drinks and touch my curls.
Who will tell me my voice is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.

Who will forgive me for this post, and forget that I'm a selfish, egocentric, greedy little child.