Pleasure

Get what I want
And still its a mysterious thing that I want
So when I get it
I make sense of a mysterious thing
Cause Ive taken flight on such a serious wing
I , and you are the same and
Either fiction or dreaming
We know enough to admit
We know enough to admit
We know enough to admit
Its my pleasure
And your pleasure
Its my pleasure
And your pleasure
Oh, an echo calls up the line
An indication of time
Our togetherness
That is how we evolved
We became our needs
Ages up inside
Escaping similar pain
Dreaming safe and secure
Generations in lines
Old and then the youth
Come to meet or fade
A chromasomal raid
Built by what we got built for
As much as what we avoid
So the mystery lifts
We know enough to admit
We know enough to admit
Its my pleasure
And your pleasure
Its my pleasure
And your pleasure
Thats the same
Thats what were here for!
Pleasure, its my pleasure
Its my pleasure, its my pleasure
Thats what were here for!
Pleasure, its my pleasure
Its my pleasure, its my pleasure
Thats what were here for!
Pleasure
Pleasure
Pleasure
Pleasure, oh
You know its true
Pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure
Pleasure, pleasure