These Arms Of Mine
Bruce Hornsby
B. r. hornsby Well I'm walking on the floor Hanging right round the door Hoping you will come through Wanting you to, sweat on my brow I'm no saint Nothing left but a bad excuse The heat makes you do things You might just not do In your right mind But you'll do what you do You can be sure I'll be there It's gonna take these arms of mine All that they've got to hold onto you All that I know is these arms of mine Are willing to try to keep hold of you Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot A whole, whole, whole lot Well I'm walking the line Between wrong and right I could go either way But now you don't want me to stay You're so tired of waiting Well I'm no saint Tried to have my cake and eat it too But nobody does what you do Now another wins and I lose I might deserve to Now you'll do what you do Might be too late but I'll tell you It's gonna take these arms of mine All that they've got to hold onto you All that I know is these arms of mine Are willing to try to keep hold of you Gonna hold, hold, hold on Hold, hold, hold onnone.
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