REDDING, Otis

These arms of mine

These arms of mine, they are lonely

Lonely and feeling blue

These arms of mine, they are yearning

Yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you

Oh, how grateful I will be

These arms of mine, they are burning

Burning from wanting you

These arms of mine, they are wanting

Wanting to hold you

And if you would let them hold you

Oh, how grateful I will be

Come on, come on, baby

Just be my little woman

Just be my lover, oh

I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh

I need your arms, loving arms to hold me tight

And I, I, I need, I need your, I need your

tender lips, to hold, hold me

Tell me when I'm right now, baby