You know I like talking, you listen to me, you hold me so tightly but you let me be freeI get goosebumps when you call me, cause I think about when you touch meIn that closet at that party, before we drank too muchYeah that's where it all started, in your studio apartmentCause your old couch and that carpet, they were made for usBaby I don't care about money, I don't care about your pastI just want a love that's gonna lastYou give me something I can feel, feel, feelYou give me something that is real, real, realBaby I don't care about money, I don't care about your pastI just want a love that's gonna lastYou give me something I can feel, feel, feelYou give me something that is real, real, realYou give me something that isYou give me something that isFeels like it's homeFeels like it's homeI still remember that feelingI still remember that feelingFeels like it's homeI still remember that feelingWhen we stared up at your ceilingI know you could hear my heart beatingBeating through my chestYeah that's where it all startedIn your studio apartmentAnd I don't gotta tell yaYou know what happened nextBaby I don't care about money, I don't care about your pastI just want a love that's gonna lastYou give me something I can feel, feel, feelYou give me something I canYou give me something that isYou give me something that isI still remember that feelingI still remember that feelingFeels like it's homeFeels like it's home