Pashernate love. In any form. Whether real or a dream. Pashernate love. Could make your Sister erupt. Into wild blisters and boils. Oh as for me. It still doesn't understand me. It wouldn't lay one single finger on me. Pashernate love. Could make your Grandmother zoom. Roller-skating back from the grave. Pashernate love. Could make your old Daddy feel. Like he may have a reason to live. Oh as for me. It still doesn't understand me. And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me. I'm always there. It's always elsewhere. Whoah Pashernate love. Oh where are you ?. Where are you ?. Where are you ?