What's that ring around your finger?Is that a hickey on your neck?Swipe my card, I'll buy the barI'll get drunk till I forgetI've been running around tooWith the ex-lover's bluesIn deeper layersHe still caresThat's the difference, him and youSo don't tell meYou want a different kind of fireOr you're preaching to the choirAnd if you tell meThere's someone who takes you higherOr you're just preaching to the choirI know you got lonelyI know you got lonelyI guess I got lonely tooStill talking * behind my backHope that you can dropthe actYeah, yeah, yeahCan we be friends?At least pretendThat there ain't no turning backNo need to tell meYou want a different kind of fireOr you're preaching to the choirAnd if you tell meThere's someone who takes you higherOr you're just preaching to the choirI know you got lonelyI know you got lonelyI guess I got lonely tooI know you got lonelyI know you got lonelyI guess I got lonely tooNo need to tell meTell meBoy, you're preaching to the choirto the choir. And if you tell me, boy, you're just preaching to the choir. No need to tell meyou want a different kind of fire. Boy, you're preaching to the choir. And if you tell methere's someone who takes you higher. Boy, you're just preaching to the choir. I knowyou got lonely. I know you got lonely. I guess I got lonely too. I know you got lonely. Iknow you got lonely. I guess I got lonely too.I know you got lonely too.