歌词
You’ve got the makings of a lover
You got a style
That would make a man walk a mile
Just to see you
Or just to hold your hand
I love you and I don’t understand
You’ve got the makings of a lover
And when you walk
All the fellows start to talk
And say you’re fine
And that you’re so sublime
I love you and I wish you were mine
You took my heart away (away)
The very first day
That I saw you
(that I saw you)
I tried to make a play (a play)
You turned and walked away
But I adore you
You’ve got the makings of a lover
And when you walk
All the fellows start to talk
And say you’re fine
And that you’re so sublime
I love you and I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine
I wish you were mine
Written by: Earl Moss, The Festivals
