J. Whitney / R. Chapman
Lady
You and your crazy ways
You in that neglige'
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Desire
Setting my soul on fire
Your ruby red lips, my my
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Sweet Desire'e Sweet Desire'e
You got me going like a man on fire
That must be why they call you Miss Desire
Loving
Hot as a wolverine
But soft as a lamb in spring
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Crying
Tears running down my thighs
Caught up in your own desires
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me
Sweet Desire'e, come softly to me