Jerry Ropero - Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey] Lyrics
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Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey]
Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey] By Jerry Ropero?
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You will always be my baby I'm always thinking of you, baby, yeah Touch me in the morning And last thing at night Keep my body warm, baby You know it feels right Take a little higher, I'm thinking it too Tell me what you're feeling I feel it with you We can only understand what we are shown How was I supposed to know our love will grow? Come on a little closer Sure are looking up Heal me with your loving I need you so much, I need you so much, I need you so much Touch me in the morning You will always be my baby I'm always thinking of you, baby, yeah Touch me in the morning And last thing at night Keep my body warm, baby You know it feels right Take a little higher, I'm thinking it too Tell me what you're feeling I feel it with you How was I supposed to know our love will grow? We can only understand what we are shown How was I supposed to know our love will grow? You touch my mind in special places My heart races with you I'll take your love and I'll take my chances My heart races with you |
Who Wrote Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey] By Jerry Ropero?
Cassandra Fox, Gary Kemp, Rui Da Silva
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What's The Duration Of The Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey] By Jerry Ropero?The duration of Touch Me [With Abigail Bailey] is 5:24 minutes and seconds. |
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