Too long trying to resist it You've just gone and missed it It's escaped your world Can you see that I am needing And begging for so much more Than you could ever give And I don't want you to adore me Don't want you to ignore me When it pleases you

Here we are, just sittin' here Knowin' we're all alone My Rolley's lookin' at me Sayin' it's time to get it on You know what I want And baby, I know what you need So stop hesitatin', girl And give your love to me.

Because we are that fire It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul Because she needed us, she needed love But we're all gone to strip that ground The higher we climb These shapes, shapes show And this place is more holy when nobody knows

More love, I know that's all we need More love, to flow in between us To take us and hold us and lift us above If there's ever an answer It's more love More love, I can hear our hearts cryin' I'm so close to you baby But I'm so far away There's a silence

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go 'Cause lovin' you is so bad for me To hurt myself in this way Sometimes I get lonely I get needy And I know that it's crazy, that it's stupid But it's the truth

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yes) sex is always the answer, it's never a question, Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question, S is for the simple need. E is for the ecstasy. X is just to mark the spot, Cause that's the one you really want. Cause the answer's

I felt my love for you this time Out of sight, I'm feeling so alive You didn't feel anything at all After all, makes me feeling small If they saw us to share, it's cool Something we need to carry on But that is made up past the moon Fit in the home for

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in