Summer time the whiskey is fine still I’m not yours
But I pray someday I’ll find a way into your arms
Well I cut the cord and I’m striking out still making my rounds
Turning tables, rolling cables just above the ground
But do you wanna be my, be my, be my lover?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my love?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my lover?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my love?
Well the riches kisses are the ones you give without thinking ahead
You got yours and I got mine and we’re still in bed
And in the morning when the warning signs remain quite clear
Will you find your way back to my side or stay away from here
But do you wanna be my, be my, be my lover?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my love?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my lover?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my love?
But do you wanna be my, be my, be my lover?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my love?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my lover?
Do you wanna be my, be my, be my love?