All I Wanna Be
Well I could be trapeze artist
a big top tent to do
Hanging from my tippy toes
with no net to fall to
I could be flying a twin seater
up in the heaven skies
hair blowin' in the wind
Above the great divide
I could be all that and more but
All I wanna be is yours
'cos everybody's chasing something
and this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
I could be the captain of a sail boat,
cutting through that ocean blue
Barrells locked up in the hole
150 proof
I could go 100 miles an hour in a 16 Chevrolet
burning down Highway 1 in the driving range
But your heart's the heart, that mine
keeps begging for and
All I wanna be is yours
'cos everybody's chasing something
and this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
Yours...
'cos everybody's chasing something
and this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
Yours...
a big top tent to do
Hanging from my tippy toes
with no net to fall to
I could be flying a twin seater
up in the heaven skies
hair blowin' in the wind
Above the great divide
I could be all that and more but
All I wanna be is yours
'cos everybody's chasing something
and this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
I could be the captain of a sail boat,
cutting through that ocean blue
Barrells locked up in the hole
150 proof
I could go 100 miles an hour in a 16 Chevrolet
burning down Highway 1 in the driving range
But your heart's the heart, that mine
keeps begging for and
All I wanna be is yours
'cos everybody's chasing something
and this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
Yours...
'cos everybody's chasing something
and this old world will keep you running
But I found what it is, I'm looking for
Your arms are my adrenalin
Your eyes are what feed my addiction
Your touch always leaves me wanting more
All I wanna be is yours
Yours...
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Dillon, James R. Brown, Ruth Anoinette Collins
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