(Al AndersonGary NicolsonJessi Alexander)



Talkin' that sweet talk, so sincere.

Sayin' everything that I wanna hear.

An' I wanna believe, yeah, yeah,

I wanna believe.



You're a silver-tongued devil an' a sly Don Juan.

You're doin' me right while you're a-doin' me wrong.

Still I wanna believe, Lord, Lord,

I wanna believe.



My woman's intuition

Is arousin' my suspicion.

I'm in a dangerous position,

That I'd just like to see,

You know just how much I wanna believe.



Heard a conversation in the check-out line.

They mentiuoned your name 'bout three or four times.

I didn't wanna believe, no;

Didn't wanna believe.



Then out in the parkin' lot, we made friends.

You been doin' to me what you been doin' to them.

I didn't wanna believe, no, no;

Didn't wanna believe.



My woman's intuition

Is arousin' my suspicion.

I'm in a dangerous position,

That I'd just like to see,

You know just how much I wanna believe.



Your lips are movin' so I know you're alive.

You know I know you, but you keep on tryin'.

An' I wanna believe, yeah, yeah,

I wanna believe.



Talkin' that sweet talk, so sincere.

Sayin' everything that I wanna hear.

An' I wanna believe, yeah,

I wanna believe.



Lord, I wanna believe you, baby,

I wanna believe.



Lord, Lord, I wanna believe.