Come over Here

I don’t just need you—I don’t just want you

I can’t put what I’m feeling into words

Every time I’m with you I try to tell you

I wanna say it in a way you’ve never heard

But if you let me hold you—I can show you

More than anything I’d whisper in your ear

With my hands, with my lips

With my tender fingertips--

Come over here

I ain’t no poet—I ain’t no Shakespeare

So who am I to try to outdo that

Sweet love letters wouldn’t be no better

Ink on paper just ain’t where it’s at

But if you let me hold you--I can show you

What nothing I could write you would come near

With my hands, with my lips

With my tender fingertips

Come over here

Baby—don’t get me wrong

If I could I’d sweet talk you all day long

If you let me hold you…