All These Things - The Neville Brothers, Art Neville

The touch of your lips next to mine

Gets me excited, makes me feel fine

The touch of your hand, your sweet hello

The fire inside you when you’re holding me close

Your love so warm and tender

The thrill is so, so divine

It is all these things

That make you mine

If you would leave I surely would die

When you were ten minutes late I started to cry

I’ve got it bad but it’s alright

As long as you’re here every night

Your love so warm, so warm and tender

The thrill is so divine

It is all these things

That make you mine

The touch of your lips next to mine

Gets me excited, makes me feel fine

The touch of your hand, your sweet hello

The fire inside you when you’re holding me close

Your love so warm and tender

The thrill, the thrill is so, so divine

It is all these things

That make you mine