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I'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU HOME

Copyright 2011 Ė Robert E. Shandor

 

 

You know I think you're pretty

It's easy to surmise

I'm sure that you can tell

from the look that's in my eyes

 

 
 

Chance is in the making

It's like rolling dice

I could find out that you're naughty

Or find out that your nice

 

 
 

It's true that you don't know me

But I'm a sweet surprise

Like aurora borealis lighting-up

The northern skies

 

 
 

You're soaring like a rocket

Out there on your own

I don't know where you're going

But I'd like to take you home

 

 
 

Please donít make me stand here
No need to make me wait
Give me just an inkling
And I wonít hesitate
Love me like no other
Treat me like your slave
I can only tell you this:
If Iím not to have your love
Just show me to my grave

 

 
 

You set my wheels a-rollin'
Make my engine locomote
Were I a Schubert symphony
Youíd be my final note

 

 
 

You look like you were sculpted
By Michelangelo
Your features all so perfect from your
Head down to your toes

 

 
 

Iím dying for your pleasure
Donít think that Iím a cad
But Iíd really like to help you get
Scantily clad

 

 
 

The time for games is ending
Letís cut it to the bone
I donít know where youíre going
But Iíd like to take you home

 

 
 

Please donít make me stand here
No need to make me wait
Give me just an inkling
And I wonít hesitate
Love me like no other
Treat me like your slave
I can only tell you this:
If Iím not to have your love
Just show me to my grave

 

 
 

Youíre soaring like a rocket
Out there on your own
I donít know where youíre going
But Iíd like to take you home

 

I don't know where you're going

But I'd like to take you home