Intimate Strangers

(album: Woman In Flames - 1984)

Oh...
Ooh...
Oh-oh...

We're just intimate strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love
We know we're intimate strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love

I'm just one more man in your life
And I get chills just thinking about you, girl
My every days are spent checking you out
Looking for you, checking you out
And wishing you were mine

But we're just intimate strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love
I know, intimate strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love

If I could reveal to the world
The desires hidden deep inside
My every nights are spent thinking of you
Ooh, baby, thinking of you
And wishing you were here

But we're just intimate ooh, strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love
You know we're intimate strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love

I know, I know, oh, baby
We're in love, baby
You see, see
I wanna hold you, hold you, girl

Oh...
Oh, baby
Oh!
Wish I could say 'I love you'
I love you
Just hold me
You know, you just wanna, ooh!
Ooh, baby
Ooh...

Ooh, baby
Don't talk about it
Strangers

We're just intimate strangers
It's too soon to talk about love
I know, I know, intimate strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love

Oh, yeah, yeah, whoo, strangers
But it's too soon to talk about love
Love, loving
We're just intimate strangers
Oh, it's too soon to talk about love, baby...