The flames of love are getting higher
Soaring through the chimneys of my mind
Caught up in a whirl-wind of desire
Spiraling right up to the sky
I've got an itch and I can't scratch it
And this itch is driving me mad
Wanting you has become a habit
You see, I want to make love to you so bad
Girl, your love is so contagious
The more you give the more I need
I don't mean to be outrageous
But your love is so good to me
If I can't get it when I want it
I'm like a parade without a band
Like an angel without a heaven
You see, I want to make love to you so bad
You're gonna have to love me in the morning
And when the clock reaches high noon
Even late in the evening
And by the light of the silvery Moon
Girl, you're my personal possession
The greatest gift a man can have
You're an everyday obsession
That's why I wanna make love to you so bad
