text: I wanna hold you, kiss him in Paris
  I wanna hold your hand in Rome
  I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
  Make love in a train cross-country
  You put this in me
  So now what, so now what?
  So now what, so now what?
  I wanna know you
  No, not like that
  I dont wanna be your mother
  I dont wanna be your sister either
  I just wanna be your lover
  I want to have you baby
  Kiss me, thats right, kiss me, thats right
  Ooh, oh
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love
  My love
  Ooh, oh
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  Poor is the man
  Whose pleasures depend
  On the permission of another
  On the permission, permission
  Ooh, oh
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love, my love, my love