So, bless my heart and bless my mind.
I got so much to do, I ain’t got much time
So, must be someone up above saying,
“Come on, girl! Yeah, you got to get back up!
You got to hold on…
Yeah, you got to hold on…”
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind,
and to lie to you rather than hurt you?
Well I’ll confess all of of my sins
after several large gins
but still I’ll hide from you,
hide what’s inside from you.
These Arms of Mine, Otis Redding
"These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you”