That's right. Conway Twitty's here to break off the knowledge.
I don't know what I'm saying
as my trembling fingers touch forbidden places
I only know that I have waited
for so long for the chance that we are taking
I don't know andIi don't care
what made you tell him you don't love him
anymore and as I taste your tender kisses
I can tell you've never been this far before
Touch the hand of the man
that made you a woman.
I want to look inside your soul
before I lay you down.
I want to know you
before I make love to you.
There's a lot of ways of saying
what I wanna say to you
there's songs and poems and promises
and dreams that might come true
but I won't talk of starry skies
or moonlight on the ground
I'll come right out and tell you
I'd just love to lay you down
6 comments:
yep, I'm too grossed out to adequately comment
I can honestly say that if the dead conway twitty were to rise from the grave and ask me to hold his "hand"...um, I might...but only because I could then say "Hey, guess what guys? I touched zombie twitty's thingie!"
Mandie
twitty rhymes with titty.
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