3 am and I’m at your door again And the witching hour has always been our friend My body never listens to my heart It just follows your voice out here in the dark
Do you really want me? Do you really need me? Or is this just lust again?
Don’t ask no questions, you won’t hear any lies I’ll just rest my head right here on your thighs I’ll wait ’til your breathing slows to sleep And I’ll let myself softly back outside
Do I really want you? Do I really need you? Or is this just lust again?