(B. Rush)
I slave away 9 to 5
But I can stand what I do
'Cause I'm so full of you
I get home half alive
Need that transfusion of
Your essential love
Bosses and bills fade away
No drink or drug could ever do it this way
Gimme the thrill... of my baby's touch
Gimme the chill... of my baby's touch
Oooh the skill... in my baby's touch
Girl, it's all in your hands
In the taste of your lips
To the curve of your hips
Give me all that you can
Love me al the way
Get me through another day
Bosses and bills, make them fade away
No drink or drug could ever feel like the
Thrill... in my baby's touch
Like the chill... in my baby's touch
Ooooooh the skill... in my baby's touch
She was designed to be
With no one else, else but me
The outside world ceases to exist
From midnight to her morning kiss
Dangerous Music ASCAP

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