Messing With My Senses

I’m hungry for your loving, baby

I just can’t seem to get relief

I can’t see past my own desires

You got me trembling like a leaf

You’ve been messing with my senses, baby

The taste of you is beyond belief

Your kisses are like hot tamales

Your lips they taste like cherry wine

I love to listen to your heart beat

I love to feel our souls entwine

Because you’re messing with my senses, baby

I feel you do it all of the time

You hunt me down for your seduction

And feast upon my weaknesses

Baby, I have come to this deduction

My hunger for you’s never going to end

Because you’re messing with my senses, baby

Over and over and over and over

And over and over again

© Barbara With 1995