Forget bills, get into my arms!
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile (so good to me, so right),
and how you held me in your arms that January night.
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
probably mindless dreaming:
if we loved again I swear I'd love you right.
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile (so good to me, so right),
and how you held me in your arms that January night.
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
probably mindless dreaming:
if we loved again I swear I'd love you right.