Passion - Shirley Brown

He’s as gentle as a sun to a raindrop

As warm as a noonday sun

It’s all in how he makes love to me

It makes me call him passion

When he’s away, his love is still with me

And when he’s here, joy is no remedy

I love the way he calls me baby, baby

It makes me call him passion

He’s my lover and I need him so much

He’s just as sweet as he can be

Especially when he touches me

Passion, call him passion

Passion, Mr. Passion

A sweeter man, I know I’ll never, never know

'Cause in his arms there’s joy I’ve known before

Although I know that he’s not perfect

But still I call him passion

Passion, call him passion

He’s as warm, warm as a noonday shine

When he holds me

He loves me like a man should

They call him Mr. Passion

I love the way he loves me

He as gentle as a sun to raindrop

He’s alright with me, hey, hey, hey

What do you call the way we love