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I'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU HOME

Copyright 2011 – 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 don’t make me stand here
No need to make me wait
Give me just an inkling
And I won’t hesitate
Love me like no other
Treat me like your slave
I can only tell you this:
If I’m 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
You’d be my final note

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

I’m dying for your pleasure
Don’t think that I’m a cad
But I’d really like to help you get
Scantily clad

The time for games is ending
Let’s cut it to the bone
I don’t know where you’re going
But I’d like to take you home

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

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

I don't know where you're going

But I'd like to take you home