The Harry Connick - All These Things lyrics

The touch of your lips next to mine Gets me excited, makes me feel fine The touch of your hand, your sweet hello The fire inside you when you're holding me close Your love so warm and tender The thrill is so divine It is all these things that make you mine Make you mine If you would leave, I surely would die When you were ten minutes late I started to cry I've got it bad, it's all right As long as you're here every night Your love so warm and tender The thrill is so divine It is all these things, baby, that make you mine Your love so warm and tender The thrill is so divine It is all these things that make you mine