歌詞

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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