Wrong Faces

I'm diving in your hairI'm diving in your scentI'm surfing your moodsI am surfing 'till the end'Cause the fever of anticipation's running through our veins'Till I get its own connotation chasing its own remainsIt never leaves me, comes to me once too oftenBut I'm not the man who would want show I act to softenSo go ahead nowAnd I don't, I don't, I don't, I don'tI don't wanna know if you don't wanna showIt's alright, alright, alright, alrightIt's alright to me, 'cause honey, I seeYou got to be freeNow I'm traveling, traveling, traveling all aroundBut without you next to me, it just does not countI'm calling it out on the streets and all the wrong placesWhoever's there to meet, I kiss all the wrong facesIt never leaves me, comes to me once too oftenBut I'm not the man who would want show I act to softenSo go ahead nowAnd I don't, I don't, I don't, I don'tI don't wanna know if you don't wanna to showIt's alright, alright, alright, alrightIt's alright to me, 'cause honey, I seeYou got to be free