If Stephen Stills might recommend that I have sex with whoever I find
The Replacements say Don't say I love you on an answering machine
Where is the lover I long for, or adore, where is the lover I need
Should I wait for the right one, an exact person, or anyone?
Love isn't defined by the throbbing in my pants
A lover is more than a kind of sensual dance
I need a person not a number or code
I want Somebody, exactly
Like Depeche Mode
