With a lustful admiration
I look upon you
Can't wait until tomorrow
The things that we'll do
And thisIs where
It gets good
Permission to speak freely?
Well, I really must confess
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
Gettin' out of your dress
And thisIs where
It gets good
The sky in your eyes
The earth in your touch
The spirits come together
Well, it's almost too much
And thisIs where
It gets good