Sunday morning it's a quarter to five

You keep on talkin' like your love is a prize

Bird in flight, spreading her wings

Sittin' pretty in a city of sin



I don't mind, adventure with a stranger

Trouble deep at the scene of the crime

Testify, that I'm not superstitious

It's tough enough, to find out why you



Radiate, you bait your love with money

Celebrate, a body to behold

Generate, a state of wild emotion

Don't waste your money

My love is not for sale



Funny faces in the shadows of night

Pain and pleasure is your only disguise

Radiate, your face's on the fire

Stay awake, love is a lie



In the street, where life is your creation

Trouble deep if you wake up on your own

I'm a slave to sweet investigation

It's tough enough, to find out why you



Radiate, you bait your love with money...