| He’s as gentle as a sun to a raindrop
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| As warm as a noonday sun
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| It’s all in how he makes love to me
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| It makes me call him passion
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| When he’s away, his love is still with me
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| And when he’s here, joy is no remedy
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| I love the way he calls me baby, baby
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| It makes me call him passion
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| He’s my lover and I need him so much
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| He’s just as sweet as he can be
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| Especially when he touches me
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| Passion, call him passion
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| Passion, Mr. Passion
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| A sweeter man, I know I’ll never, never know
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| 'Cause in his arms there’s joy I’ve known before
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| Although I know that he’s not perfect
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| But still I call him passion
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| Passion, call him passion
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| He’s as warm, warm as a noonday shine
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| When he holds me
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| He loves me like a man should
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| They call him Mr. Passion
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| I love the way he loves me
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| He as gentle as a sun to raindrop
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| He’s alright with me, hey, hey, hey
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| What do you call the way we love |