i want to hold and 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?
so now what? so now what?
i want to know you no not like that
i don't want to be your mother
i don't want to be your sister either
i just want to be your lover
i want to be your baby
kiss me that's right
kiss me that's right
i want you to justify my love my love my love
i want you to justify my love
justify
i want you to justify my love my love my love
i want you to justify my love my love my love
i want you to justify my love my love my love
i want you to justify my love
poor is the man
whose pleasures depend
on the permission
of another
on the permission
permission
i want you to justify my love my love my love
i want you to justify my love my love my love
i want you to justify my love my love my love