Boy you dropped a bomb on me a long, long time ago. And all I ever wanted was to love You Baby. Something sacred in my life, a flame to burn, a candle bright.
Two spirits passing through time. How did yours connect with mine?. Just like the sunburn sings so sweet in your heart. . Your love is lifting me. That's why I believe your hint of healing.
I was looking for love baby in all the wrong places. Trying to put a square pet into a circular hole. Trying to recreate something I felt back in my youth.
Howrd Hewett:. No NOoooooo HOOOooooooooooooo. Teena Marie:. Come on baby take a ride with me down to lover's lane half a mile from her you'll be glad you came.
How supple your lips. The kind that were meant for kissing. I remember you. Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine. Candles lit I still burn mine every night about a quarter past three.
Uptown Harlem Brown. Give me a Blues. Yeah, that's what I'm talking 'bout. . Fell in love with the Harlem Blues,. Even though he was a Moulin Rouge,. Hazel eyes seems to be unfair,.
Mary's into new things got a brand new bag. Superficial living made her life a drag. World stereotypes her as she coins the phrase. Living for the hot wax and the printed page.