Dinner & Diatribes

Honey, this club is stuck-up

Dinner and diatribes

I knew well from our first hookup

The look of mischief in your eyes

Your friends are a fate that befell me

Hell is the talking type

I'd suffer hell if you'd tell me

What you'd do to me tonight

Tell me, tell me, tell me, yeah

That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

Honey, I laugh when it sinks in

A pillar I am, upright

Scarcely can speak for my thinking

What you'd do to me tonight

Now that the evening is slowing

Now that the end's in sight

Honey, it's easier knowing

What you'd do to me tonight

Tell me, tell me, tell your man, ah

That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

Oh

Let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised

And that kind of love

Oh yeah

Let there be damage ensued and tabloid news

And that kind of love

Mmm

That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

Ah

Oh, ah

And that's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

Ah

And that's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love

That's the kind of love