(B. Rush)



I slave away 9 to 5

But I can stand what I do

'Cause I'm so full of you



I get home half alive

Need that transfusion of

Your essential love



Bosses and bills fade away

No drink or drug could ever do it this way



Gimme the thrill...of my baby's touch

Gimme the chill...of my baby's touch

Oooh the skill...in my baby's touch



Girl, it's all in your hands

In the taste of your lips

To the curve of your hips



Give me all that you can

Love me al the way

Get me through another day



Bosses and bills, make them fade away

No drink or drug could ever feel like the



Thrill...in my baby's touch

Like the chill...in my baby's touch

Ooooooh the skill...in my baby's touch



She was designed to be

With no one else, else but me

The outside world ceases to exist

From midnight to her morning kiss



Dangerous Music ASCAP