Red Songtext
von Bob Junior

Ooh I need you to myself
If only for my health
On the red leather chair
Your hands run through my hair
Like you run through my mind
A half full glass of wine
The roses on the bed
I need you to be mine

Listen I just made a list of souls
That I′ve been dying to sing this for
Paint your picture on the wall
But I doubt you'll ever call
And I know what I′m gonna see tonight
Just a silhouette and I wish that wasn't all
Wish that wasn't all

Softly speaking the words I long to hear
Just say you′ll stay inside my cage


Ooh I need you to myself
If only for my health
On the red leather chair
Your hands run through my hair
Like you run through my mind
A half full glass of wine
The roses on the bed
I need you to be mine

Cuz I′m keeping a list of souls
That I've been dying to sing this for
Baby you could have it all
But I doubt you′ll ever call

Why can't I be the one for you?
Why can′t I be the one?

Ooh I need you to myself
If only for my health
On the red leather chair
Your hands run through my hair
Like you run through my mind
A half full glass of wine
The roses on the bed
I need you to be mine