Truly

Sitting out, smoking in the garden of the apartment I reached down to grab your hand and kissed it when you weren't looking Know you're on the sheets like it's a dirty magazine And I like the way you say exactly what you mean Truly Know that you really don't need To be in love to make love to me Said you wear a new perfume for each city that you visit So you can always remember how it felt to be there And your lips are red and all the pictures that you send Wearing white or black All leading up to when we met Truly Know that you really don't need To be in love to make love to me Truly Know that you really don't need To be in love to make love to me