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