Текст песни Bruce Hornsby And The Range - These Arms Of Mine
Bruce Hornsby And The Range - These Arms Of Mine слова песни
Well I`m walking on the floorHanging right round the doorHoping you will come throughWanting you to, sweat on my browI`m no saintNothing left but a bad excuseThe heat makes you do thingsYou might just not doIn your right mindBut you`ll do what you doYou can be sure I`ll be thereIt`s gonna take these arms of mineAll that they`ve got to hold onto youAll that I know is these arms of mineAre willing to try to keep hold of youGonna take a whole, whole, whole lotA whole, whole, whole lotWell I`m walking the lineBetween wrong and rightI could go either wayBut now you don`t want me to stayYou`re so tired of waitingWell I`m no saintTried to have my cake and eat it tooBut nobody does what you doNow another wins and I loseI might deserve toNow you`ll do what you doMight be too late but I`ll tell youIt`s gonna take these arms of mineAll that they`ve got to hold onto youAll that I know is these arms of mineAre willing to try to keep hold of youGonna hold, hold, hold onHold, hold, hold on