These Arms of Mine
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by Joan Osborne
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These arms of mine
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They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
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These arms of mine
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They are yearning, yearning from wanting you
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And if you would let them hold you
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Oh, how grateful I will be
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These arms of mine
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They are burning, burning from wanting you
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These arms of mine
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They are wanting, wanting to hold you
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And if you would let them hold you
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Oh, how grateful I will be
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Come on, come on baby
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Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh
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I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh
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I need your woman's loving arms to hold me tight
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And I...I...I need...I need your...I need your tender lip
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These Arms Of Mine
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| Joan Osborne |
