He's Making Love to You

When he takes you in his arms And gently starts to Squeeze, Kisses you in your ear And makes you wanna scream, Touches you where you're soft And makes you climb the wall, He's making love to you, but He's thinking of me. Ooh, yes, he is. When he rubs your curly hair, Ooh, And comforts you where you like, Soothes you where you're sore And kisses away the pain, Holds you when you shake, And you hear him call my name, He's making love to you, But he's thinking of me. Ooh, Yes, He is. When he squeezed your hand in his, Oh, babe, Feels you where you're tender And softly kisses your lips And Makes your soul surrender, When he soothes away your pain, Then he softly calls my name, He's making love to you, but He's thinking of me. Oh. Ooh, yes, he is. He's thinking of me. Yes, he is. When he's holding you, Ooh, ooh, he's thinking of me