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Ruthie Collins
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Ruthie Collins
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Well I could be trapeze artist
A big top tent to do
Hanging from my tippy toes
With no net to fall to
I could be flying a twin seater
Up in the heaven skies
Hair blowin' in the wind
Above the great divide
I could be all that and more but
All I wanna be is yours
'Cos everybody's chasing something
And this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
I could be the captain of a sail boat,
Cutting through that ocean blue
Barrells locked up in the hole
150 proof
I could go 100 miles an hour in a 16 Chevrolet
Burning down Highway 1 in the driving range
But your heart's the heart, that mine
Keeps begging for and
All I wanna be is yours
'Cos everybody's chasing something
And this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
Yours...
'Cos everybody's chasing something
And this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
Yours...
Writer(s): Dean Dillon, James R. Brown, Ruth Anoinette Collins
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