Soft Hand by Willard Grant Conspiracy
Flowers on the table
have all gone sour.
The clutter that surrounds us
leaves me with a dry mouth.
All I need is a soft hand
to ease me in. (3x)
The only thing we have left:
skin against skin.
There, I made ya smile.
There, I made ya smile.
Made ya smile again.
Cut the service on the phone
don't let anyone know
we're alone.
It's so perfect, here in bed.
Just let the sunshine ease us in.
There, I made ya smile.
There, I made ya smile.
Made ya smile again.
All I need is a soft hand (4x)
To ease me in...
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