D7 RIFF :
Sweet as the smell of success,
her body's warm and wet.
She gets me thru this God awful loneliness,
a nat'ral high butterfly.
Oh, I, I need, need her.
Just like a willow tree,
a breath of spring you see.
And, oh boy, you don't know what she do to me,
she makes me sweat and forget who I am.
I need, need, need, need her.
Well I was wond'ring how long this could go on, on and on.
Well I thought I could never be surprised,
But could it be that I bit my own tongue.
It's so hard to swallow when you're wrong.
A bird of paradise,
the sunrise in her eyes.
God only knows such a sweet surprise,
I was blind, she blew my mind.
Think that I, I love, love, love, love, love her.
I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her.
Repeat and fade.