These Arms of Mine

by Joan Osborne



These arms of mine 

They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue 

These arms of mine 

They are yearning, yearning from wanting you 



And if you would let them hold you 

Oh, how grateful I will be 

                                      

These arms of mine 

They are burning, burning from wanting you 

These arms of mine 

They are wanting, wanting to hold you 



And if you would let them hold you 

Oh, how grateful I will be 

Come on, come on baby 

Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh 



I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh 

I need your woman's loving arms to hold me tight 

And I...I...I need...I need your...I need your tender lip