A, B
A, B
A, B, A, B, C, D
The moon up above, it shines down and up my skin
Whispering words that scream of outrageous sin
We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreams
It gets kinda rough in the back of my limousine
That's what we are, we all want the loving's arm
That's what we are, we all want the loving's arm
What we are, what we are, the love
What we are, what we are, the love
What we are, what we are, the love
What we are, what we are, the love
What we are, what we are, the love
What we are, what we are, the love
A, B
A, B
A, B, A, B, C, D
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