Your love made it all worth waiting for some like you.

Return to me, for my heart wants you only. Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart.

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.

Love is a flower that blooms so tender, each kiss a dew drop of sweet surrender. Love is a moment of life enchanting, let's take that moment that tonight is granting.