I want to be with you.
I want to hold you tight.
I must just kiss your lips.
How can I touch you right?
I explode like a hand grenade
blasting in my head.
I'm a new man in a new age,
but there's death inside that bed.
I knock on her front door.
I've never opened it before.
Flowers wilt in the searing heat,
but that's not me baby, that's not me.
C'mon baby, I'm not like the rest.
Come on and give me
sex without sex (You know you want to do it)
sex without sex (You'd give anything to do it)
sex without sex (Risk your whole life to do it)
sex without sex (You want it. You want it)
Moon shines from high above,
framing the passions of my love.
I smell the honey, but I can't taste.
There's not another moment I can waste.
I move in for the kill.
My passion overrides my will.
With no protection for my advancing horde,
I say "no more, no more, no more, NO MORE".
C'mon, honey, put me to the test.
You've got to give me
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