Walking in, seeing you there
You're humming the lines, tapping your chair
And you're with him, but he doesn't care
There's room on this floor, baby, this is unfair

'Cause he's dying to go home
Eyes on the phone, holding you back
And that fire's getting cold
Fire's getting old, burning you bad

Listen

You need another lover
Someone to feed your hunger
You need another lover
You need another lover
Holding on is taking you under
So baby, take my number
You need another

Kind of man
A kind of lover you understand
Someone who can dance
Maybe we can dance

But he's dying to go home
Eyes on the phone, holding you back
And that fire's getting cold
Fire's getting old, burning you bad

I need to say it, baby

You need another lover
Someone to feed your hunger
You need another lover
You need another lover
Holding on is taking you under
So baby, take my number
You need another
Another
You need another lover
Another
Another
Oh, no no no no no
Yea
Listen now

You need another lover
Someone to feed your hunger
You need another lover
You need another lover
Baby, holding on is taking you under
So baby, take my number
You need another
I wanna be your
I wanna be your
I wanna be your
I wanna be your
I wanna be your
I wanna be your