What has she done to me how did she manage it
I’m sitting here thinking of her again
She is so perfect and yet she don’t know it
She is my blood she controls every vein.
It’s all of her it’s none of her it’s upside inside out
I ain’t no guts to ask her out so what does that make me
I’m full of her I’m full of wanting but I’m also full of doubt
I want to touch her and to hold her only then I’m free.
We all need someone to cuddle
There must be that need to just touch
Just having someone to cuddle
All calm and there’s no-one to judge.
What has she done to me life now being full of hope
A page has been turned and it’s now better
Her eyes hold a light that is my antidote
I celebrate being blessed that I’ve met her.