I'm feelin' like a jag in a jungle. Maybe we can stumble home to my bungalow. We got a knack for the naughty. Come on, lets ditch this party. I don't need to get lucky. 'Cause luck's got nothing
If you tell it to me, don't tell me on the telephone. Tell it to me, oh, tell me when we're all alone. Tell me you need me, want to see me all the time. Give me a sign that you want to be all mine