I wanna kiss you in Paris, I wanna hold your hand in Rome,
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm, make love in a train cross-country.
You put this in me so now what...?
...Wanting, needing, waiting for you to justify my love.
Hoping, praying...I want to know you, not like that, 
I don't wanna be your mother...your sister, either,
I just wanna be your lover, I wanna be your baby.
Kiss me, that's right...Yearning, burning...
...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. We can fly! 
Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
Love me...I'm open and ready...