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, my love, my love
I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love, 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
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
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly!
Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me
I want to be your baby

Wanting, needing, waiting
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

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, my love, my love
I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love, 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
For you to justify my love