Royal Wood
i want your love
Well now I see you
Your pretty dress
I skip a beat I must confess
For I am stealing a glance
A look
It over takes me and I shook
I Want Your Love
You canât be real
Youâre fantasy
I fall to you on bended knees
I canât believe it this lighteninâ bolt
Letâs get naked and begin the show
Well now I feel it
Your hands
Your lips
You take me places as I sip
I must be dreaming
I feel the wine
My skin is hot over the line