Take Your Leaving Slow - Sanders Bohlke

When the romance is there,

when there’s nothing to wear,

just each other’s warm, Southern skin.

And this, I am certain,

That if you just close the curtain,

I can make you — call my name again.

So throw on Etta James

And we’ll dance in the pourin' rain

Because I feel safe in the arms of you.

And I kiss ya' ‘til it hurts

When the feeling, it’s the worst

You will leave me, like you — al-ways do.

So I’m down on my knees,

beggin' you please,

take your leaving slow.

Oh and just close your eyes,

set your heart to the side,

and love me, before you go.