Every Morning
(Indisponível)
Every mornin', every evenin', every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through
When I'm with you, it feels like heaven
You're an angel, holdin' me
Your sweet, sweet lovin', it sets me free
And in my wildest, imagination,
I could never, imagine you
Lovin' me as much as, as I do love you
And it may be winter, it may be fall
I might have plenty, or nothin' at all
But baby I'll be there, whenever you call, ever you call
'Cause every mornin', and every evenin', every day I, I think of
you
The way you love me, through and through
The way you love me, through and through
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