All These Things

Harry Connick Jr.

The touch of your lips next to mine

Gets me excited makes me feel fine

The touch of your hand your

sweet hello

The fire inside you when you're

holding me close

Your love's so warm and tender

The thrill is so divine

It is all these things

That make you mine

If you would leave

I would surely die

When you were ten minutes late

I started to cry

I've got it bad but that's all right

As long as you're here every night

Your love's so warm and tender

The thrill is so divine

It is all these things

That makes you mine