Could I make you mine? Mine? Mine?
Could I make you mine? Mine? Mine?

Just thinking and breathing
And holding and craving
And dreaming and longing
And aching and needing
And wanting and pining
And yearning and lusting
And thirsting for the sight of you

Could I make you mine? Mine? Mine?
Could I make you mine? Mine? Mine?

Just thinking and breathing
And holding and craving
And dreaming and longing
And aching and needing
And wanting and pining
And yearning and lusting
And thirsting for the sight of you

Tell me that it’s okay
No one has to know, babe
Tell me that it’s okay
No one has to know, babe
Tell me that it’s okay
No one has to know, babe
Tell me that it’s okay
No one has to know, babe