Intimate - Smokey Robinson

I can’t tell you

How much mental time you take up

Oh, why, every morning when I wake up

You are the first and the last

On my list of things I must do

There’s not a night that’s goes past

I don’t dream of being with just you

Think about it, ooh-ooh…

Baby, think about it, yes

Secret you’re longing, ah…

Sweet inhibition

Ooh, each of us waiting

Just to get the other’s permission

To be intimate, come here, baby

Let me hold you in my arms

Intimate, let me love you

Keep you safe, keep you warm

Every night, every night

Truly, truly, let me and you be

Intimate, ooh, yeah

Oh, baby

Ooh-ooh…

Intimate with you, baby

All the time, every day

Intimate, that’s the feeling

In my body, that’s the way

Every night, every night

Truly, truly, let me and you be

Intimate, intimate, ooh, baby

Baby, yeah, baby, yeah

Intimate, baby, yeah, yeah, oh…

Closer, closer, closer