| 【Nuno Bettencourt】【Crave】 | |
| Got the right house | |
| But the wrong address | |
| I should have my head examined | |
| I finally found the difference between | |
| A kiss and germ warfare | |
| I siphoned gasoline | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch | |
| A snapshot of you | |
| Tucked in my shoe | |
| So close and yet so far from you | |
| I'm sitting at the back of the bus | |
| I picture you driving | |
| Your rearview mirror eyes | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch | |
| I crave you | |
| A prisoner | |
| I'm the warden too | |
| Nothin' worse than self made misery | |
| If moses truly parted the sea | |
| Then can i quit smoking | |
| My miracles run weak, yes they do | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch |
| Nuno Bettencourt Crave | |
| Got the right house | |
| But the wrong address | |
| I should have my head examined | |
| I finally found the difference between | |
| A kiss and germ warfare | |
| I siphoned gasoline | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch | |
| A snapshot of you | |
| Tucked in my shoe | |
| So close and yet so far from you | |
| I' m sitting at the back of the bus | |
| I picture you driving | |
| Your rearview mirror eyes | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch | |
| I crave you | |
| A prisoner | |
| I' m the warden too | |
| Nothin' worse than self made misery | |
| If moses truly parted the sea | |
| Then can i quit smoking | |
| My miracles run weak, yes they do | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch |
| Nuno Bettencourt Crave | |
| Got the right house | |
| But the wrong address | |
| I should have my head examined | |
| I finally found the difference between | |
| A kiss and germ warfare | |
| I siphoned gasoline | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch | |
| A snapshot of you | |
| Tucked in my shoe | |
| So close and yet so far from you | |
| I' m sitting at the back of the bus | |
| I picture you driving | |
| Your rearview mirror eyes | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch | |
| I crave you | |
| A prisoner | |
| I' m the warden too | |
| Nothin' worse than self made misery | |
| If moses truly parted the sea | |
| Then can i quit smoking | |
| My miracles run weak, yes they do | |
| Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose | |
| Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul | |
| Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me | |
| My body craves your touch |