Well I could be trapeze artist a big top tent to do Hanging from my tippy toes with no net to fall to I could be flying a twin seater up in the heaven skies hair blowin’ in the wind Above the great divide I could be all that and more but All I wanna be is yours ‘cos everybody’s chasing something and this old world will keep you running But I found what it is, I’m looking for Your arms are my adrenalin Your eyes are what feed my addiction Your touch always leaves me wanting more All I wanna be is yours I could be the captain of a sail boat, cutting through that ocean blue Barrells locked up in the hole 150 proof I could go 100 miles an hour in a 16 Chevrolet
burning down Highway 1 in the driving range But your heart’s the heart, that mine keeps begging for and All I wanna be is yours ‘cos everybody’s chasing something and this old world will keep you running But I found what it is, I’m looking for Your arms are my adrenalin Your eyes are what feed my addiction Your touch always leaves me wanting more All I wanna be is yours Yours… ‘cos everybody’s chasing something and this old world will keep you running But I found what it is, I’m looking for Your arms are my adrenalin Your eyes are what feed my addiction Your touch always leaves me wanting more All I wanna be is yours Yours…