Tekster: Debbie Harry. Maybe For Sure.

Love is what we hunger for, the appetite is strong.
Baby, take a little more.
Baby, come along.

Not for ever and a day.
Not for evermore.
Not for always.
Not that way.
Maybe just for sure.

It's like walking on little feet, one small step at a time.
Just like when we learn to speak.
Small words do just fine.

Not for ever and a day.
Not for evermore.
Not for always.
Not that way.

Maybe just for sure.

You know, I've been as honest with you as I've been true to myself.
Counting my fingers, one of every kind.
I'm taking inventory, making sure what's mine, and when I look for someone to count on I take my time.

Baby, when we speak of love and promises to keep, when it comes to push or shove vows can fall asleep.
Not for ever and a day.
Not for evermore.
Not for always.
Not that way.
Maybe just for sure.

Now you know exactly how I feel about making promises I can't keep and about saying the small words "I love you".