With a lustful admiration
I look upon you
Can't wait until tomorrow
The things that we'll do And this
Is 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 this
Is 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 this
Is where
It gets good