Intro: Do I love her, or do I just want to touch her? Do I need her, or is my need to be with her? in a fire (brief stop) She's so nice to look at, gently combing her hair there's a feeling, that circulates through the air when she's there She wears the nitetime like a flower wears sunshine she wears the nitetime like a flower wears sun shine she's soft-spoken gently sipping her wine emerald shadows, disguising her mind but she knows, what she wants where to look, when she wants to find don't try to come before her because you're going to wind up behind her ( she's too fast, she's too fast She wears the nitetime like a flower wears sunshine she wears the nitetime like a flower wears sunshine () (Solo) she's the nitetime in a black velvet gown takes me higher, when she's takin' me down she's the air, I have a need to breathe her she's a fire, wherever it pleases her to be fire please be fire she wears the nitetime like a flower wears sunshine she wears the nitetime like a flower wears sunshine she wears the nitetime like a flower wears sunshine