I need you in my life like oxygen

Holy water come and wash away the sins

I want you

I need you

I can't breathe

I need your oxygen

Come rain down on the tree

I hold you in my arms and I'll kiss you 'til your body is sore

I need to get to know you like I never knew a woman before

I need to get to know you like I never knew a woman before

I need you in my life like oxygen

Holy water come and wash away my sins

I want you

I need you

My oxygen, aperitive or an opulent, indigenous occupant

Angelic in your moccasins with the kinetic acumen to rid me of my toxins

You could dictate a doctrine on a cathartic spit

Fix your open-heart surgery for the brokenhearted

My high vibrational guidance system, hold

Namu myōhō renge kyō

My backbone my Batphone, exactly

No phone tapped, though, just intellectual track meets

Somewhere close to where sexual intercourse and a track meets

I hold you in my arms and I'll kiss you 'til your body is sore

I need to get to, get to, get to, get to

I need you in my life like oxygen

Holy water come and wash away the sins

I want you

I need you

He got tired and he said, "This nation ain't gon' change, ain't gon change." He got tired, he got tired, he got tired, he got tired. He got tired! And he was, and he was, he had to speak, and he didn't wanna speak. Sick of it!