text: Come on, baby
  You can fuck with me
  I want to kiss you in Paris
  I want to hold your hand in Rome
  I want to run naked in a rainstorm
  Make love in a train cross-country
  You put this in me
  So now what, so now what?
  Wanting, needing, waiting
  For you to justify my love
  Im open and ready
  For you to justify my love
  My love
  Hoping, praying
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  That’s right
  What are you going to do?
  What are you going to do?
  Talk to me, tell me your dreams
  Am I in them?
  Tell me your fears
  Are you scared?
  Tell me your stories
  Im not afraid of who you are
  We can fly!
  Poor is the man
  Whose pleasures depend
  On the permission of another
  Love me, thats right, love me
  I want to be your baby
  Wanting, needing, waiting
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  My love
  To justify my love
  My love
  To justify my love
  My love
  To justify my love
  My love
  To justify my love
  My love
  To justify my love
  Wanting, needing, waiting
  For you to justify my love
  I’m open and ready
  For you to justify my love
  My love
  Hoping, praying
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love
  For you to justify my love
  My love, my love, my love
  For you to justify my love