Lonely; Come hold me: Show me that you're lonely too. Oh, baby, I got a bad case of missin' you. Help me; Tell me, Honey, what can I do? Oh, baby,
Verse 1: Lord knows I'm guilty Of livin' my life Like there's always tomorrow For making things right But our days are numbered like the hairs on our
The good Lord made man, then he rested for a little while Said look what I've done, ain't he pretty, then he cracked a smile I'll watch him grow, I'll
