With a lustful admiration
I look upon you
Can't wait until tomorrow
The things that we'll do

And this
Is where
It gets good

Permission to speak freely?
Well, I really must confess
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
Gettin' out of your dress

And this
Is where
It gets good

The sky in your eyes
The earth in your touch
The [bad word] together
Well, it's almost too much

And this
Is where
It gets good