(Kim Fowley/Bob Ezrin/Paul Stanley)
You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows, but
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me
You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars, but
Chorus
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, I mean like do you, really love me
You really like rock and roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the money, honey, that I make, but
Repeat Chorus
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans, they know your face
>From all of the magazines, but
Repeat Chorus
I wanna know, do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, I mean like do you, really love me
I wanna know, do you love me, I want you to
Do you love me, I need you to
Do you love me (and you know, I'm so tired of everybody sayin' it)
Really love me, I just gotta know
Do you love me, oh do you, do you
Do you love me, I just gotta have some love
Do you love me, I just gotta have some love
Really love me, I just gotta have some love
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