THIN WHITE DOVE.
©2003 Angel Music Plus/Steve Larkman

I got my baby and she’s way outta sight                                            And she calls me Stacy in the middle of the night                                       So super lady make me feel so fine, She told Mr. Jones she was mine, mine, mine

Yeah I, I’m gonna be your man,         I wanna be your man

And when my baby dances in the street she’s got a sixteen rivers               she’s got flying feet

No I’m not talking ‘bout a thin white dove,                                            I’m making a claim for love.

Cos I, I’m gonna be your man.          Yes I, I’m gonna be your man,

When my baby dances in the street she’s got a sunset smile

And when she’s looking good enough to eat she’s got a sunset smile

When my baby dances in the street she’s got a sunset smile

She’s got a sunset smile

I got my baby and she’s way outta sight                                            And she calls me Stacy in the middle of the night

No I’m not talking ‘bout a thin white dove                                             I’m making my claim for love

Ha na na I’m gonna be your man, Cos I wanna be your man,

Yes I, I wanna be your man,              I wanna be your man,

Yes, I be your man, Yeah I, I’m gonna be your man, I’m gonna be your man.

REMEMBER.
©2003 Angel Music Plus/Steve Larkman

She’s a pretty face but she’s not the one. Such a pretty face but she’s not so gorgeous as my son.

She’s across the world, she’s across the sky,                                                     (I saw her flying yesterday)                 She can take you down like you’re an ordinary guy.

But we can dance and we can sing, We can do almost anything                               In the end, we laugh away the tears.

Once upon a time in a pretty place,        (I saw it shining yesterday)               There will come a time to see the wonder on your face,

Then we can dance, and we can sing, and we can do almost anything                        Will we then remember all these years?

So can you wait ‘til the wind is blowing back to my arms again                        Will you wait ‘til the wind is blowing?    Back to my arms, back to these arms again.

She says I’m a pretty face, but I’m not the one                                            Such a pretty face, but I’m not so gorgeous as my son

Whenever we’re in trouble we can dance, we can sing, we can do almost anything,  In the end we laugh away the tears.

So can you wait ‘til the wind is blowing back to my arms again.                       Will you wait ‘til the wind is blowing?          Back to my arms, back to these arms again.