THE WAY
by Pete Pidgeon and Adam Beamer

I love the way that her hair smells
The way she runs her hands through mine
I think about her all the time
I know it's wrong but I just can't fight it
I just can't fight it

I love the feel of her skin
Every time she let's me hold her hand
Her wish is my command
I know it's wrong but I just can't fight it
I just can't fight it

And when I try to make her laugh
The sarcastic way she says my name
Like she knew what I would say

Sends shivers down my spine
I'd drop another dime
Just to keep her on the line
Damn near makes me want to cry
When she's by my side

I love the way that she teases
She keeps me guessin' and so confused
But I take the abuse, Lord
'Cause she knows it's wrong but she just can't fight it
She just can't fight it

I love the way that she calls me
When she's drunk and she's all alone
At three in the mornin'
She knows it's wrong but she just can't fight it
She just can't fight it

And when she tells me about her day
It's the same thing she said last time
But I don't mind, no

'Cause I can't sleep
I'm weak in the knees
I've felt like this for weeks
I just can't speak
When I kiss her cheek

Baby
Is there more than this?
Come one, give it to me baby
Baby
Something more than just a kiss
When I'm pressin' up against your lips
Baby
Come on and give it to me girl
I've been waitin' night and day
Baby
I know you've been feelin' the same way too
Baby
Come on, fall into my arms
Let's get this party started
Baby
Oh, I think I know where we can find a closet
Baby
Let's do what no one's done before
Let me see you shake your booty
Baby
'Cause it's in the way you move

I love how we can be friends
And we can be lovers too
And not have any issues
It's a beautiful thing
my Wendelin

I love when we are just chillin'
Makin' fun of people that we don't know
'Til we get hit with an elbow
We know it's wrong but we just can't fight it
We just can't fight it

And when we party all night
Bumpin' Kool Keith 'til the break of dawn
The word is so bo'n, kid

Stop thinkin' about the past
Crank your box full blast
Talkin' crass
Smackin' you on the ass
We'll make the evenin' last

I love the way that you kiss me
Your lips softly grippin' mine
And your hands on my behind
There's nothing wrong, so don't try and fight it
Don't try and fight it

I love the way we lay sleeping
My arm tied around your waist
And your breath upon my face
There's nothing wrong, so don't try and fight it
Don't try and fight it

And on the nights we make love
Every inch of skin from chin to toe
Glows like the stars stripped of their clothes

Like a bright, blue moon
The sun at noon
A flower in full bloom
Stardust kicked up from a broom
You be my bride, and I'll be your groom

Copyright 2003.
Published by Fowl River Productions
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