Truly
Sitting out smoking in the garden of the apartmentI reached down to grab your hand and kissed it when you weren't lookingOoh, you're on the sheets like it's a dirty magazineAnd I like the way you say exactly what you mean
Truly, know that you really don't needTo be in love to make love to me
Said you wear a new perfume for each city that you visitSo you can always remember how it felt to be thereAnd your lips are red and all the pictures that you sendWearing white or black, all leading up to when we met
Truly, know that you really don't needTo be in love to make love to meTruly, know that you really don't needTo be in love to make love to me