I can call you 'baby' - and you can call me 'love'
but you shouldn't think that when i sleep - it's you i'm dreaming of
you can tell me that you want me - just don't tell me that you care
and you'd better do it hard enough to hurt - if you want to pull my hair
don't you compliment my bearing - or my personality
don't you tell me that you need me - don't you fall in love with me
don't think that I'm not using you - when I show up like this
to tease and please and flatter you - with fantasies and bliss
when we touch and kiss and flitter - arching backs and rocking hips
when your voice quivers as you whisper - and you see me lick my lips
as we work respective magic - on each others' flushing skin
don't you think for once I'll lose myself - engaging in this sin
for I would surely miss your company - if ever I was to be so unlucky
as to lose it too soon--but trust me, honey - all i really want from you is to fuck me!