She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet was the night Softer than satin was the light From the stars Bluer than velvet were her eyes Warmer than may her tender sighs Love was ours Ours a love I held tightly Feeling the rapture grow

You know what pleases me Well I want you to love me. Well I want you to kiss me Early in the morning Any time at night Well I can feel your tender lips

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'll send you all my love everyday in a letter Sealed with a kiss I'll see you in the sunlight I'll hear your voice everywhere I'll run to tenderly hold you But darling, you won't be there I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer Knowing the love we'll

A prelude to a kiss Though it's just a simple melody With nothing fancy Nothing much You could turn it to a symphony A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch For the tenderness within your eyes My love is a prelude that never dies If you hear

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

When she loves me When my baby loves me, She lays it all on the line. When she loves me, Her hair is red And her eyes are green She's soft and tender But she can be mean She knows what it takes to keep me

Lay your head upon my pillow. Hold your warm and tender body close to mine. Hear the whisper of the raindrops, Blowin' soft against the window, And make believe you love me one more time, For the good times. Don't look so sad, I know it's over. But life

I want to love you (P-Y-T) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T-L-C) Tender lovin' care And I'll take you there Na na na na Where did you come from lady And ooh won't you take me there

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