Henry Gross — Something Bout You

I wake up each day, open my eyes Look at your picture and fantasize 'Cause there's something 'bout you That makes me think about love I reel and I rock and I get a rush Anytime you're close enough to touch 'Cause there's something 'bout you That makes me think about love I can't put my finger on a solitary clue For these old fashioned, full of passion Thoughts I have of you Like butter on toast, it's simple and plain I melt down at the sound of your name 'Cause there's something 'bout you Makes me think about love Something 'bout you makes me think about Something 'bout you Makes me think about love