| The touch of your lips, baby, next to mine
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| You make me excited, and you make me feel fine
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| The touch of your hand, your sweet hello
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| And the fire inside you when you’re holding me close
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| It’s your love so warm and tender
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| God knows the thrill is so divine
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| It is all these things, yeah, that make you mine
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| If you would leave, lord, I know, I’m gonna die
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| Cause when you were ten minutes late mine, you don’t know if what you make a
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| grown man cry
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| And I’ve got it bad, but that’s alright
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| Just as long as you’re near me every night
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| Cause it’s your love, it’s so warm and tender
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| Girl, the thrill, thrill, oh, is so divine
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| It is all these things, my baby, that make you mine
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| Say you gonna be mine
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| I just love you, lord, I love you, lord knows, I love you, yeah
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| Baby… why… can’t you see, I love you… |