Sitting out smoking in the garden of the apartment

I reached down to grab your hand and kissed it when you weren′t

Looking

You're on the sheets like it′s a dirty magazine

And I like the way you say exactly what you mean.

Truly,

Know that you really don't need to be in love to make love to me

Said you wear a new perfume for each city that you visit

So you can always remember how it felt to be there

And your lips are red and all the pictures that you send

Wearing white or black,

All leading up to when we met...

Truly,

Know that you really don't need to be in love to make love to me

Truly,

Know that you really don′t need to be in love to make love to me