Ooh, alright

I ain't trying to be your lover, I'm just trying to be your man of the night

Laying low and undercover

Baby, I'm steady staying out of sight

Too many days, too many nights

Too much of nothing in a place I don't belong

You can rest your head on my shoulder till the morning comes



Cause everybody wants to be loved

And everybody wants to be touched

Woah, and everybody is looking for a fix

A little reason to exist

So tonight girl let's call it what it is



Alright

Call it what it is



I ain't trying to be no prophet on some puppet for the political man

I'm just chasing down a dream to the beat of an American band

And if the way I'm living might seem wrong, I wanna be right

Yeah all I know right now girl, is I want you tonight



Woah and everybody wants to be loved

Everybody wants to be touched

Woah, and everybody is looking for a fix

A little reason to exist

So tonight girl let's call it what it is



Alright

We'll call it what it is



I ain't trying to be your lover, I'm just trying to be your man of the night



Everybody wants to be loved

Woah and everybody wants to be touched

(Yeah, they do)

Everybody is looking for a fix

So come on, lay it on these lips

Yeah tonight girl let's call it what it is



Oh that's right

Call it what it is

Woah

We're just two lost souls looking for a fix

It's all good, it's all good, all right