i want to make love to you so bad

the flames of love are getting higher

soaring through the chimneys of my mind

caught up in a whirl-wind of desire

spiraling right up to the sky

i've got an itch and i can't scratch it

and this itch is driving me mad

wanting you has become a habit

you see

i want to make love to you so bad

girl

your love is so contagious

the more you give the more i need

i don't mean to be outrageous

but your love is so good to me

if i can't get it when i want it

i'm like a parade without a band

like an angel without a heaven

i want to make love to you so bad

you're gonna have to love me in the morning

and when the clock reaches high noon

even late in the evening

and by the light of the silvery moon

girl

you're my personal possession

the greatest gift a man can have

you're an everyday obsession

that's why i wanna make love to you so bad