I heard it all coming through the wine
Love from both sides the heat coming from the fire
I'll keep writin', baby, if you keep drivin'
Stealin' glances at my hands writing stanzas
As your smile widens
I don't believe in souls
But I may have met my mate
And if keep you smilin, Ms. Rose
I, might just believe in fate
So won't you come to the coast
For all my kisses
And then hold my hand close
And I'll make you my Mrs
But maybe I'm just dreaming
Trying to find love for its true meaning
Somewhere between lost and found
You came around
Kept me Blushing even though I'm brown
Oh, I don't believe in souls
But I may have met my mate
And if keep you smilin, Ms. Rose
I, might just believe in fate
So won't you come to the coast
For all my kisses
And then hold my hand close
And I'll make you my Mrs