Luther Vandross

Knocks me off my feet

I see us in the park strolling the summer days
Of imaginings in my head
And words from our hearts
Told only to the wind of even
Without being said

I don抰 want to bore you with my troubles
But there抯 something bout your love
That makes me weak and knocks me off my feet

There抯 something bout your love
That makes me weak and knocks me off my feet
Oh baby said you knock me off my feet

I don抰 to bore you with it
Oh But I love you I love you I love you
I don抰 want to bore you with it
Oh But I love you I love you I love you

More and more
We lay beneath the stars
Under a lovers tree that抯 seen
Through the eyes of my mind

I reach out for the part
Of me that lives in you baby
That only our two hearts can find

But I don抰 want to bore you with
The troubles

But there抯 something bout your love
That makes me weak and knocks me off my feet

There抯 something bout your love
That makes me weak and knocks me off my feet
Oh baby said you knock me off my feet

I don抰 to bore you with it
Oh But I love you I don抰 to bore you with it
Oh But I love you I love you I love you
I don抰 want to bore you with it
Oh But I love you I love you I love you