Real Love

I know you like the pressure of real love

And I guess that that's what it makes two of us

I thought that I would lose with a feuded touch

But I didn't touch

Some say that we're living in a daydream

But I say that they never fought for exchange of love

Does that make us crazy?

Does that make us crazy?

That's why it makes us who we are

It could be for us

Real life

But you seen what all these late nights they do to me

It's got me calling our night's history

And your mom knows that I like your eyes

Your nose, your thighs

Your smile, the sunshine