The very thought of you Makes my heart sing, Like an april breeze On the wings of spring And you will be in all your splendor My one and only love
The shadow's fall and spread Their mystique charms in the hush of night, While i'm in your arms I feel your lips, so warm and tender My one and only love
The touch of your hand, is like heaven A heaven that i've never known And the blush on your cheek Whenever i speak Tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart With such desire Every kiss you give Sets my soul on fire I give myself in sweet surrender My one and only love
The touch of your hand, is like heaven A heaven that i've never known And the blush on your cheek Whenever i speak Tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart With such desire Every kiss you give Sets my soul on fire I give myself in sweet surrender My one and only love
Hey baby boy, is your mama home? Did she go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Oh-oh-ohh, I'm on fire
Tell me now, baby, is she good to you? Does she do to you things that I do? I'm gonna take you higher Oh-oh-ohh, I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire Oh-oh-ohh, I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul At night I wake with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire Oh-oh-ohh, I'm on fire
Yeah, I'm on fire Oh-oh-ohh, I'm on fire Ohh-oh-oh, I'm on fire
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't even spring
I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When I know it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a man I have yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes it might, might as well be spring
Ohh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never never heard From a man I have yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes it might, might as well be spring