Justify My Love

I wanna hold you, kiss him in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?
So now what, so now what?
I wanna know you
No, not like that
I don’t wanna be your mother
I don’t wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I want to have you baby
Kiss me, that’s right, kiss me, that’s right
Ooh, oh
For you to justify my love, my love, my love
My love
Ooh, oh
For you to justify my love, my love, my love
For you to justify my love, my love, my love
For you to justify my love, my love, my love
For you to justify my love
Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
On the permission, permission
Ooh, oh
For you to justify my love, my love, my love
For you to justify my love, my love, my love
For you to justify my love, my love, my love