I want the same thing you donYou want the same thing I donWe want the same thing they donnMad lovennAnd if the moon, she fall from the skynWell, I won't crynAnd if your love, she vanish from your eyenYou know me, baby, I won't diennAnd the mad love goes on and onnnI want the same thing you donYou want the same thing I donWe want the same thing they donnMad love.