We don’t talk much at all
When I get home
When the night falls
Even when we’re on the phone
When I see you
When you see me too
One thing’s on my mind mind
All the time
I just want to make sweet love to you
Lay all night with you, yeah
Cuz when the sun come up I just need you in my arms, my arms, my arms
Cuz when the sun come up, yeah
Sweet love, sweet love, sweet love, sweet love, oh woah
Before all this stupid racism garbage started up again a good ole white kid could spend the evening with his best girl to this music without a thought about anything but her and the great music. I wanna go back before this BS started again!