I see you even with my eyes closed Every sidewalk crack, every song I hear Every bit of you is burning like a tattoo on my soul I see you even with my eyes closed, blindfolded Heavy breath, heavy dream You're here, you're there, you're in-between Looking

There I was, yeah I just sat down in the seat you left You walked up I said "what are you doing with your beautiful self?" You rolled your eyes but you laughed and your song came on I begged you for a dance and we danced And it was on, eyes locked, clock

It ain't easy anymore When I'm walking out your door My feet drag across the floor And it just about kills me I hate picking up my keys I hate kissing you goodbye With that look in your eyes And your arms around me Girl, believe me

Here I am (Here I am) Will you send me an angel In the land of the morning star Hear this voice from deep inside It's the call of your heart Close your eyes and you will find Wise man said just walk this way To the dawn of the light The wind will blow

You can tell by the look in her eyes Sexy down the runway Take a picture on the runway Look at her Shawty knows she's the shit She's like the devil in disguise When she's on the runway Walkin' down the runway

I walk beside you Wherever you are Whatever it takes No matter how far Through all that may come And all that may go Tell me once again There's a story in your eyes I can see the hurt behind your smile

For how long, long I love my lover now (Feel it all over now, now, and I feel love) When you’re on my road walking me home Home, home, home, home See the flames inside my eyes It burns so bright I wanna feel your love No, easy baby, maybe I’m a liar But

(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgment day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgment day) Yes, uhh, breathe with me

And you know it, know it, know it It gets harder for me Every time you walk in the room You got all eyes on you Don't stop doin' what you're doin' Every time you move to the beat And don't stop 'cause you know that I like it Oh oh oh oh But I'm gonna

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away