I cant be at your beckon call Your love so slow and heavy It's like a southern drawl And it don't seem worth your time If the two of us ain't one of a kind
I wont be another turn To gather up and use what you learn
And of course he's always on your mind You should hold him dear Leave his love behind Cause you cant call it moving on If all I do, is make you feel so wrong
I wont be another turn To gather up and use what you learn
If always a man might love Loving to laugh to do and to give? I know that it could take some time Go be with him, but then be mine...
