Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
Sam Doores
[Verse 1]
Ain't got possession, fortune, or fame
There ain't much I could claim
But all my dreams come true when I make love to you
Tell me, mama, is something wrong?
I'll make it better all night long
All I want to do is make, make love with you
[Verse 2]
There must be somethin' in the way you smile
Got me walking a ragged mile
All I want to do is make, make love with you
And there must be somethin' in the way you move
When I drop it in the groove
All my dreams comе true when I make lovе to you