Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
Henry Gross
I wake up each day, open my eyes
Look at your picture and fantasize
'Cause there's something 'bout you
That makes me think about love
I reel and I rock and I get a rush
Anytime you're close enough to touch
'Cause there's something 'bout you
That makes me think about love
I can't put my finger on a solitary clue
For these old fashioned, full of passion
Thoughts I have of you
Like butter on toast, it's simple and plain
I melt down at the sound of your name
'Cause there's something 'bout you
Makes me think about love
Something 'bout you makes me think about
Something 'bout you
Makes me think about love