Harry Connick, Jr. - All These Things Lyrics
The touch of your lips next to mineGets me excited, makes me feel fineThe touch of your hand, your sweet helloThe fire inside you when you're holding me closeYour love so warm and tenderThe thrill is so divineIt is all these things that make you mineMake you mineIf you would leave, I surely would dieWhen you were ten minutes lateI started to cryI've got it bad, it's all rightAs long as you're here every nightYour love so warm and tenderThe thrill is so divineIt is all these things, baby, that make you mineYour love so warm and tenderThe thrill is so divineIt is all these things that make you mine