Pleasure

Get what I want

And still it's a mysterious thing that I want

So when I get it

I make sense of a mysterious thing

'Cause I've 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

It's my pleasure

And your pleasure

It's 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 chromasom'al 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

It's my pleasure

And your pleasure

It's my pleasure

And your pleasure

That's the same

That's what we're here for!

Pleasure, it's my pleasure

It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure

That's what we're here for!

Pleasure, it's my pleasure

It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure

That's what we're here for!

Pleasure

Pleasure

Pleasure

Pleasure, oh

You know it's true

Pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure