Ken Tobias - năm: 1971

  • Stay awhile

    1. Into my room he creeps. With- out making a sound. Into my dreams he peeps. With his hair all long and hanging down. Chorus: How he makes me quiver. How he makes me smile. With all this love I have to give him. I guess I'm gonna stay with him a- while. 2. She brushes the curls from my eyes. She drops her robe on the floor. And she reaches for the light on the bureau. And the darkness...