You’re in control
A love the way it feels
Every word you say
To me is real
I can’t trace it
The way you say it
Awaking inside
To see you again
Wanting it
Exactly how it was.
Again.
I can’t resist.
I can’t resist.
The way you say it.
It’s the way you sing
It’s the way you sing
I can’t resist.
I can’t resist.
The way you sing
You have me.
You sin
The way you sin
You sin
The way you sin
I can’t trace this
The way you sin.
You’re in control
Just like before
You’re in control
Just like before
You’re in control
You have me.
You have me.
(For Al, Originally published on Coffee & Cigarettes–referencing Jumping Jacks [1952])
