Lyrics:

(Don King, David Woodward) Some come for the music Some for romance You gotta be with the boy that brought you to the dance Then across the room comes a casual glance And you be making some dime even half the chance Now some like to look And some like to touch All the things that they can't have Way too much Some like to get real close to the flame once you feel the heat You know they're never the same Why do we want What we know we can't have Why don't we want What's in the palm of our hands Why we always looking At what's just out of our grasp Why do we want What we know we can't have Well Susie was out driving her new corvette She hadn't made that second payment yet She rear ended a Semi But not by choice She was a rubbernecking a new Rolls Royce Repeat Chorus x2