Siting out smoking in the garden
of the apartament
I reached down to grab your hand and kissed it
when you weren't look
Ooh, you're on the sheets like it's a
dirty magazine
And I like the way you say exactly
what you mean

Truly, know that you really don't need
To be in love to make love to me

Said you wear a new perfume for each city that
you visit
So you can always remember how it felt
to be there
And your lips are red and all the pictures
that you send
Wearing white or black, all leading up to
when we met

Truly, know that you really don't need
To be in love to make love to me
Truly, know that you really don't need
To be in love to make love to me