Love is the ritual

(Glen Burtnik, Plinky) Little sister She got a lot of time she got a lot of money Don't you know that ain't enough Pretty thing All dressed up for the main attraction Like a baby doll looking for love And she doesn't need a reason She just hears a calling to the wild God gave man the breath of life To grow up strong to take a wife To change the world and love is the ritual You learn to walk & talk & laugh & cry Heart & soul til the day you die And above it all love is the ritual Little man Beating his chest & flexing his muscles Gun for hire, he shoots for a star Like a handsome prince Walking down the streen in his shining armor Romeo in search of his heart There's a method to this madness And a message calling to the wild God gave man the breath of life To grow up strong to take a wife To change the world and love is the ritual You learn to walk & talk & laugh & cry Work your fingers to the bone til the day you die And above it all love is the ritual Come on dance little sister, little sister wants to dance All night looking for true romance When in a black leather jacket walks little brother To rock her world, to be her lover So signal all the children Send a message calling to the wild