I want to kiss you in Paris I want to hold your hands in Rome I want to run naked in a rainstorm Make love on a train, cross country You put this in me, so now what? So now what? Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my love Hoping, praying For you to justify my love I want to know you, not like that I don't want to be your mother And 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 Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my love Yearning, burning For you to justify my love What are you gonna do? Talk to me Tell me your dreams, am I in them? Tell me your fears, are you scared? Tell me your stories, I'm not afraid of who you are I can fly Poor is the man, who pleasures depend On the permission of another Love me, that's right, love me I want to be your baby Wanting, needing, waiting For you to justify my love I'm open, I'm ready For you to justify my love I'm waiting, to justify Wanting, to justify my love Waiting, to justify For you to justify my love Justify my love I'm open Murder, murder, murder Murder, murder, murder