These Arms Of Mine — Joan Osborne

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