Otis lays it out for me
These arms of mine, they are lonely,
Lonely and feeling blue.
These arms of mine, they are yearning,
Yearning from wanting you.
And if you would let them hold you,
Oh how grateful I will be.
These arms of mine, they are burning,
Burning from wanting you.
These arms of mine, they are wanting,
Wanting to hold you.
And if you would let them hold you,
Oh how ( Read more... )
Lonely and feeling blue.
These arms of mine, they are yearning,
Yearning from wanting you.
And if you would let them hold you,
Oh how grateful I will be.
These arms of mine, they are burning,
Burning from wanting you.
These arms of mine, they are wanting,
Wanting to hold you.
And if you would let them hold you,
Oh how ( Read more... )
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