Justify My Love - Front Line Assembly

i want to hold and kiss you in paris

i want to hold your hand in rome

i want to 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 want to know you no not like that

i don’t want to be your mother

i don’t want to be your sister either

i just want to be your lover

i want to be your baby

kiss me that’s right

kiss me that’s right

i want you to justify my love my love my love

i want you to justify my love

justify

i want you to justify my love my love my love

i want you to justify my love my love my love

i want you to justify my love my love my love

i want you to justify my love

poor is the man

whose pleasures depend

on the permission

of another

on the permission

permission

i want you to justify my love my love my love

i want you to justify my love my love my love

i want you to justify my love my love my love