hoarding turns allure to discontent altruism´s a grind all it´s own morning makes you know your in a cell but love is just as pure as you both because it´s reciprocal, it´s reciprocal it´s reciprocal, it´s reciprocal when true love is metaphysical venal desires we learn to beset you and me we´ve got a special thing but i want you to never forget it´s reciprocal, it´s reciprocal it´s reciprocal, it´s reciprocal each bedtime i stir with regret guilty and vain, hoping for retribution charity´s immune from my demands i don´t expect a thing from the weak but you my love are measured and compared predisposed to my profane decree it´s reciprocal, it´s reciprocal it´s reciprocal, it´s reciprocal