Close Encounters Of The First Kind - Smokey Robinson

A look

Everything always starts with a look

A stolen glance

You see somebody quite by chance

The eyes

So much can be revealed through the eyes

That certain glow

That little sparkle that let’s you know

This could be the start of everything

Bigger than the both of you

You know what it is

When he wants to be hers

And she wants to be his

Close, close encounters of the first kind

Close, close encounters of the first kind

A touch

You’ll never know what you’ll feel from a touch

Sweet chemistry

If this is the time, then let it be

Take this magic moment

And run away to ecstasy

You know what I mean

Touching somebody with nothing in between

Close, oh, close

Close encounters of the first kind

Close encounters

Close, ooh, close

Close encounters of the first kind

Close

Close

A kiss

Who knows the end results of a kiss

Where will it lead

I think a kiss is just what you need

To stimulate the part that makes

Holding out became giving in

You know what it’s called

When what you’re thinking 'bout

Is giving it all

Close, oh, close

Close encounters of the first kind

Close encounters

Close, ooh, close

Close encounters of the first kind

Close encounters

Close encounters, yeah, close encounters

Close encounters of the first kind

Close, close, close, close, close encounters

Close encounters, yeah

Close encounters of the first kind…