Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
[Verse 1]
Soft as a cherry, round as a peach
Into your pocket my slow hands can reach
To see what you carry, up close to your thighs
Reaching and looking right into your eyes
[Chorus]
But if I could convince you that these are words of love
The heartache would instantly remain
But the pain would be gone
[Verse 2]
I wish I could see what you got in your mind
That makes your eyes restless on all that they find
Don’t listen to me, I don’t know more than you
But I know that I want you but I don’t know what to do
[Chorus]
But if I could convince you that these are words of love
The heartache would instantly remain
But the pain would be gone
[Verse 3]
I’ve used all devices to get to your wit
I’ve tried every tool that I thought could maybe fit
But I see that there’s nothing my fingers can touch
To stroke your heart open, to feel very much
[Chorus]
But if I could convince you that these are words of love
The heartache would instantly remain
But the pain would be gone
[Verse 4]
You’re too sweet to worry, I always have thought
Never bothered to ask why I like you a lot
You move your hands slow up my back with your heart
But now we’re so close, yet feel so far apart
[Chorus]
But if I could convince you that these are words of love
The heartache would instantly remain
But the pain would be gone