| Song | I Need You Now |
| Artist | Royal Wood |
| Album | We Were Born to Glory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Life’s too short to waste our time | |
| If we’re hungry | |
| Let’s get wine | |
| Feel our heart stir from within | |
| All this beating | |
| All this sin | |
| Sha-la-la… | |
| You’re so pretty where you sit | |
| Let’s pour ourselves over it | |
| In this moment | |
| In this life | |
| In this bedroom | |
| In this night | |
| I know you’re a woman | |
| I’m in need of what you hold | |
| Oh yes you’re a woman | |
| And I’m buying what you’ve sold | |
| Yes I’m buying what you’ve sold | |
| I need you now… | |
| Let your dress fall to the floor | |
| I’ll hang my hat on the door | |
| Now we fall back into it | |
| All this longing | |
| In our lips |
| Life' s too short to waste our time | |
| If we' re hungry | |
| Let' s get wine | |
| Feel our heart stir from within | |
| All this beating | |
| All this sin | |
| Shalala | |
| You' re so pretty where you sit | |
| Let' s pour ourselves over it | |
| In this moment | |
| In this life | |
| In this bedroom | |
| In this night | |
| I know you' re a woman | |
| I' m in need of what you hold | |
| Oh yes you' re a woman | |
| And I' m buying what you' ve sold | |
| Yes I' m buying what you' ve sold | |
| I need you now | |
| Let your dress fall to the floor | |
| I' ll hang my hat on the door | |
| Now we fall back into it | |
| All this longing | |
| In our lips |
| Life' s too short to waste our time | |
| If we' re hungry | |
| Let' s get wine | |
| Feel our heart stir from within | |
| All this beating | |
| All this sin | |
| Shalala | |
| You' re so pretty where you sit | |
| Let' s pour ourselves over it | |
| In this moment | |
| In this life | |
| In this bedroom | |
| In this night | |
| I know you' re a woman | |
| I' m in need of what you hold | |
| Oh yes you' re a woman | |
| And I' m buying what you' ve sold | |
| Yes I' m buying what you' ve sold | |
| I need you now | |
| Let your dress fall to the floor | |
| I' ll hang my hat on the door | |
| Now we fall back into it | |
| All this longing | |
| In our lips |