i miss the way fingers are so lazy when you're in love.
they drift along skin, just wanting to know,
i only wanted to know you when
your zipper came undone,
i was only lightly kissing you with my fingers,
only because i wanted to know you...
but you took my fingers and made them grab firmly,
you pushed my hand and guided it,
you made me serve you, when all i wanted was to know.

i'm not into sex, i'm into love,
and baby, don't tell me they're alike.
love isn't like anything.