first time I am not faking. Fingers on my buttons and now you're playing. Master of anticipation. Don't you keep it all to yourself. Just a touch of your love is enough. To knock me off of my feet all
there's the park bench where I gave my first kiss away. this is the bedroom that I painted purple. when I first left home. there is the journey that my car would take me. to my days at work. and the
feel like for the first time I am not faking. Fingers on my buttons and now you're playing. Master of anticipation. Don't you keep it all to yourself. Just a touch of your love is enough. To knock me off
(Ron miller/michael masser). . Touch me in the morning. Then just walk away. We don't have tomorrow. But we had yesterday. . (Hey!). Wasn't it me who said that. Nothing goods gonna last