Cut from the Same Cloth - Patricia Vonne

You’re the warmth in my sleep*

The kiss that makes me weep

Firestarter I try hard not to bother

You bring me to my knees

We echo each other like wind through the trees

Kindred spirits in sync like the breeze

We’re cut from the same cloth

Cut from the same cloth

Cut from the same cloth

Love is gonna run you right out of town

You’re the blood under my skin

The tonic in my gin

Undercover I’ll love you like no other

Your taste is sweet as sin

I can feel your spirit by my side can you feel it

Baby I want you till the day I die can you feel it

Right from the start

Because we’re cut from the same cloth