Vacant Love

She told me she was not some little girl
So I decided I would take her home
And after we had played around the world
I never had to call her on the phone
And so I get to hang out with my friends
And wait until the weekdays ever end
We’ll be Making love
A vacant love
'Cause my hands and my eyes
Can’t catch enough
Making love
A vacant love
A hungry little heart can mess you up Can bring you all the way down to your knees
Vacating from your mind when you get stuck
And maybe leave you begging
«Baby please»
And so I get to wind up with my friends
and wait until the weekdays ever end
We’ll be Making love
A vacant love
'Cause my hands and my eyes
Can’t catch enough
Making love
A vacant love
When everything has all been said and done
There’s nothing left to say that wasn’t true
I realize you’re probably not the one
And never have the chance to make me blue
When everybody wants to mess around
And everyone goes home and we go down
We’ll be