You've Got The Makings Of A Lover - Mayer Hawthorne

You’ve got the makings of a lover

You got a style

That would make a man walk a mile

Just to see you

Or just to hold your hand

I love you and I don’t understand

You’ve got the makings of a lover

And when you walk

All the fellows start to talk

And say you’re fine

And that you’re so sublime

I love you and I wish you were mine

You took my heart away (away)

The very first day

That I saw you

(that I saw you)

I tried to make a play (a play)

You turned and walked away

But I adore you

You’ve got the makings of a lover

And when you walk

All the fellows start to talk

And say you’re fine

And that you’re so sublime

I love you and I wish you were mine

I wish you were mine

I wish you were mine

I wish you were mine

I wish you were mine

I wish you were mine