19:36 Thursday 18 August 2011 - Cold, dark and rainy in Cape Town - alone - made me think of this old time favourite... willfully saddened today; and amazingly, even sadder, is that one day we'll probably blame those who don't even know that they are the cause....
Strolling in the park, watching winter turn to spring
Walking in the dark, seeing lovers do their thing
Walking in the dark, seeing lovers do their thing
That's the time I feel like making love to you
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
When you talk to me, when you're moaning sweet and low
When you touch my hand and my feelings start to show
When you touch my hand and my feelings start to show
That's the time I feel like making love to you
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
In a restaurant, holding hands by candlelight
When I'm touching you
wanting you with all my might
When I'm touching you
wanting you with all my might
That's the time I feel like making love to you
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
Strolling in the park, walking in the dark
That's the time I feel like making love
When you talk to me, when you're touching me
Making my dreams come true
That's the time I feel like making love
When you talk to me, when you're touching me
Making my dreams come true
That's the time I feel like making love to you
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true,
Oh, Baby...
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true,
Oh, Baby...
Your words have incredible power. In fact, when you change your words, you change your life. So today, let your words be filled with hope.
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