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Need Your Love So Bad Lyrics
I need someone's hand, to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms, to hold and squeeze me tight
Now when the night begins, I'm at an end
Because I need your love so bad.
I need some lips, to feel next to mine
I need someone to stand up, and tell me when I'm lyin'
And when the lights are low, and it's time to go
That's when I need your love so bad.
So why don't you give it up, and bring it home to me
Or write it on a piece of paper baby, so it can be read to me
Tell me that you love me, and stop driving me mad
Oh because I, I need your love so bad.
I need your soft voice, to talk to me at night
I don't want you to worry baby,
I know we can make everything alright
Listen to my plea, baby, bring it to me
Because I need your love so bad.
I need someone's arms, to hold and squeeze me tight
Now when the night begins, I'm at an end
Because I need your love so bad.
I need someone to stand up, and tell me when I'm lyin'
And when the lights are low, and it's time to go
That's when I need your love so bad.
Or write it on a piece of paper baby, so it can be read to me
Tell me that you love me, and stop driving me mad
Oh because I, I need your love so bad.
I don't want you to worry baby,
I know we can make everything alright
Listen to my plea, baby, bring it to me
Because I need your love so bad.
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Written by Willie Dixon, Sting performs this on albums--Sting at the Movies from 1997 and Bring on the Night from 2005.
Not that singers only sing songs that have a personal slant but if so, sounds like he’s got what he’s looking for already. It seems so—I think Trudie will even let him know if he’s lying—they seem pretty honest and straightforward with each other. Maybe she doesn’t write letters …. Oh, but she probably emails or has a cell. My, but we’re snoopy-noses! We are, aren’t we? It’s you—you incite me into all kinds of mischief—you’re not a good influence on me. I thought it was you corrupting me! You did not and you know it has not escaped me that you seem to have me flitting off lately as if I’d been nipping Love Potion #9. What gives? I’m not doing that—must be happening naturally. With you, it’s always so hard to tell. Maybe you’re hungering for the great light. Aren’t you funny … “Oh great light … of love..” Makes me crack up … Was meant to… love to see you laughing…
So why don't you give it up, and bring it home to me Or write it on a piece of paper baby, so it can be read to me
Remember when we would write letters that literally danced off the pages? Oh yeah, but no one wanted them. What do you think ever happened to them? Trashed. No one wanted to read any of that stuff. And we did chat rooms way before they were popular—loved our chats. I did too but alas, they were equally unpopular … boy, aren’t we pathetic? Yeah, pathetic ….