Joan Osborne - These Arms Of Mine

These Arms Of Mine

These Arms of Mine

By Joan Osborne




These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue

These arms of mine


They are yearning, yearning from wanting you


And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be





These arms of mine
They are burning, burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you





And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be

Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh





I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh


I need your woman's loving arms to hold me tight
And I...I...I need...I need your...I need your tender lip