if mine is yours baby and yours is mine then why is yours always so hard to find a king of men and a queen of whores you ve built your empire on all fours you give me sorrow in return for love bring me down from what i m dreaming of the lights are on but there s nobody home selling my soul just to be alone singin a song that should bring it all back to you doing the things that you said you d never do riding the nights left the good times far behind looking to you for the things i ll never find i don t need comfort or your sympathy i don t want pity or an easy lay i want the sun the moon the stars and all i need your loving and some alcohol