All These Things Songtext
von John Boutté

The touch of your lips next to mine
Get me excited, makes me feel fine
The touch of your hand, your sweet hello
The fire inside me when you′re holding me close
Your love's so warm, so tender
The thrill is so divine
It is all these things that make you mine


If you would leave, I surely would die
When you were ten minutes late, baby, I started to cry
Well, I′ve got it bad, but it's alright
As long as you're with me every night

Your love′s so warm, so tender
The thrill is so divine
It is all these things that make you mine

The touch of your lips next to mine
Gets me excited, baby, makes me feel fine
The touch of your hand, your sweet hello
The fire inside me when you′re holding me close

Your love's so warm, so tender
The thrill is so divine
It is all these things that make you mine