Showin me love I was so amazed throwin up dubs Baby what it is? I just wanna touch Maybe catch a grub like it's only us In the middle of the stage Maybe get some... (hahaha) Spend my money

That's the power of a woman It's the touch of her hand One smile, one tear, one whisper in your ear It can make a a man feel like a kid Or feel just like a clown It can make him run for cover Or stay and stand his ground It can make a man pick up the

And now I've found a little friend Manhunt to find your daughter Buried underneath the water Now they consult a psychic Find how much I like it It's too fast This won't last And to touch Hurts too much

In the middle of the night You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name I'm caught up in you Burning brighter than the sun

Touching the very part of me, it's making my soul sing Your love is king, crown you in my heart Your kisses ring, round and round and round my head Your love is king, never need to part Tearing the very heart of me, I'm crying out for more I'm crying out

Love is careless in its choosing Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenseless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none Just to touch the flaming dove All I have is my love of love And love is not loving Stone love, she

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

Dying for your touch like crazy Racking up the overtime hours Loving how we're working on the night shift, baby It's been a wreck me week Working on the night shift, baby Loving how we're working on the night shift Sixty plus from dawn to dusk In the red