I like your smile
Don't like complication
I like your style
Don't like calculation
Come towards me, dear
There's something you need to hear
I said:

CHORUS: 
If you want my love
You can try my love
You can't buy my love
Just take my hand
If you want me, dear
Then just beckon, dear
And I will appear
I said you can leave the lights on
You can leave the lights on


I believe in love, dear
Without limitation
Believe in being clear
To avoid aggravation
If you want me to
I will exist just for you

CHORUS

I will mesmerize with milky thighs and languid eyes,
I'll prophesize your moans and sighs
Just look at me sacredly, religiously, hungrily, 
Let your eyes say, "Please," I will not leave

CHORUS