By Candle Light

Baby, it’s getting pretty late here again tonight. There ain’t nothing happening on this end of town again tonight. I sit and write to by the candle light as I think of you tonight.

Cold sheets just aren’t appealing to me. They just make me wish you were here laying next to me. Maybe at times I come across to proud to just say, “Boy? This girl is lonely and missing you more than she can just say.” Maybe at times I wonder if you’re feeling the same way.

Baby, it’s getting pretty late here again tonight. There ain’t nothing spectacular left for me to write. All I can do is sit and write to by the candle light as I think of you tonight.

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