Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Holt
John Holt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Holt
John Holt
Composer
Ronnie Dyson
Ronnie Dyson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Niney the Observer
Niney the Observer
Producer

Letras

Tell me why
Tell me why, oh please, tell me why
If you let me make love to you
Then why can't I touch you?
If you let me make love to you
Then why, why can't I touch you?
From the very first moment I saw you
It's been a different world
From the very first moment I saw you
It's been, been such a different world
I seem to feel a little bit stronger
Each morning seems just a little-little bit longer
Oh, these two lips and little kiss have never been found
And I'm hurt
But you're still the same
You're like a frozen flame
And it so seem a shame
When you let me make love to you
But you won't let me touch you
When I leave you, I'm going someplace that I've
Never been before
When I leave you, I'm going someplace that I've
I've never been before
But you're still the same
You're like a frozen flame
And it so seem a shame
When you let me make love to you
But you won't let me touch you (Oh baby)
When I leave you, I'm going someplace that I've
Never been before
When I leave you, I'm going someplace that I've
I've never been before
Oh, reach out; baby, reach out
Baby, reach out
Written by: John Holt, Ronnie Dyson
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