Whether we're falling, flying,
Living, dying , or making love

You're fueling my fire
Fanning the flames near
My powder keg heart
Igniting desire,
I been burning for you
You should have known
From the start, go on call me a liar
Let your words bounce checks
Place them bets all you want
Another queen of mean
Sharp lips soft tongue
Til I carry the weight of
All these things You call love

Whether we're falling flying
Living dying or making love...