Too many voices 
Too many noises 
Invisible wires keeping us apart 
So many choices 
Some disappointments 
And they only steal me away from you [bad word] into our private bubble 
Let's get into all kinds of trouble 

Slide over here let your hands feel the way 
There's no better method [bad word] 
Girl stop your talking 
Words just get in the way 
I'll be your man 

So [bad word] over 
From the end of the sofa 
I'll be your man 
I'll be your man 
So many faces 
Staring at their shoelaces 
When all anyone want is to be seen 

Well tonight let's be honest 
We all want to be wanted 
And darlin' you've got me wantin' you 
Everything that I'm trying to say 
Just sounds like a worn out cliché, so... 

What are we all looking for? 
Someone we just can't ignore 
It's real love dripping from my heart, 
You've got me tripping 
What are we all looking for?