Read My Lips
Sometimes I can be so shy,
I keep my emotion deep inside.
I try to tell you how
much you mean to me.
And each time I start out,
I get stuck, words don't come easily.
When the feel of my hand,
and the warmth of my touch
ain't enough, don't give up,
read my lips.
If your heart doesn't hear
when my arms draw you near,
it will soon, soon be clear,
read my lips.
Lovin' eyes gaze in mine,
looking for some kind of sign.
If I were a poet,
and feelings were poetry,
I'd send you a thousand lines
about how much you mean to me.
When the feel of my hand,
and the warmth of my touch
ain't enough, don't give up,
read my lips.
If your heart doesn't hear
when my arms draw you near,
it will soon, soon be clear,
read my lips.
Time after time,
I tried my best to say
how much I need you, darlin',
the words just never came.
When the feel of my hand,
and the warmth of my touch
ain't enough, don't give up,
read my lips.
If your heart doesn't hear
when my arms draw you near,
it will soon, soon be clear,
read my lips.
“I love it for the vulnerable quality it has. It was fun to record, and it still gets a lot of airplay.”
– Marie Osmond, 1990 |
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