12 Jun 2007 06:09 pm
When I was little I was my old man’s punching bag
I kept on living by the fantasies I had
I dreamt of love, I dreamt of fantasy
I dreamt of women sharing everything
No sense of family without a real home
I was a love bomb itching to explode
I dreamt of love, I dreamt of fantasy,
I dreamt of women sharing everything
I need passion in all that I do
I live passion in my every move
I use passion to get deep inside of you
I need passion at least twice a day
As I get older, life is perpetual change
Yet there remains things that stay the same
I dream of love, I dream of fantasy
I dream of you sharing everything
I need passion to light my fire
I live passion and never tire
I use passion to heat my wire
I need passion, so do you