Some come for the music
Some for romance
You gotta be with the boy that brought you to the dance
Then across the room comes a casual glance
And you be making some dime even half the chance
Now some like to look
And some like to touch
All the things that they can`t have
Way too much
Some like to get real close to the flame
once you feel the heat
You know they`re never the same
Why do we want
What we know we can`t have
Why don`t we want
What`s in the palm of our hands
Why we always looking
At what`s just out of our grasp
Why do we want
What we know we can`t have
Well Susie was out driving her new corvette
She hadn`t made that second payment yet
She rear ended a Semi
But not by choice
She was a rubbernecking a new Rolls Royce