Lyrics : Franklin Clinton
Music : Franklin Clinton
Baby, I'm yours, yours, yours
Baby, I'm yours, yours, yours
I know that you love me
Darling, you don't have to say it
You know you can trust me
It's okay, It's complicated
Nervous, trip over my words
You're so pretty it hurts
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
I need something more
I'll pray to the Lord that baby, I'm yours
Is it too late to see you?
I love the view of your headlights
Wanna get to know you (know you)
Brought you to my house for the night
Nervous, trip over my words
You're so pretty it hurts
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
I need something more
I'll pray to the Lord that baby, I'm yours
We're getting closer, inches away
Lose composure, favorite mistake
Friendship's over, won't be the same (won't be the same)
Baby, I'm yours, yours, yours
Baby, I'm yours, yours, yours
I need something more, more, more
That baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
I need something more
I'll pray to the Lord that baby, I'm yours