Harry Belafonte

Skin To Skin

She does not lazy dance

her hands on me

She does not talk, no pretty talk

She pleasures silently

But with her, I am summer

I warm easy to her heart

She fill me full, she fill me full

She make me complete

Skin to skin

No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin

The light, it shine on me

The light it shine on me

He is a secret soldier

With pieces inside broke

He hides in his own darkness

His fire has no smoke

And, when my body songs begin

When he holds me tight

He chases all my shadows

And I burn so bright

Skin to skin

No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin

The light, it shine on me

The light, it shine one me

Winter inside of me

Ice to fight the storm

She cannot see

What I hide in me

I can't be strong

Beside her warm

Skin to skin (She's too close)

Skin to skin (much too close)

No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)

Skin to skin (She touches soft)

Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)

The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)

Skin to skin (she's too close)

Skin to skin (ah,much too close)

No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)

Skin to skin (she touches soft)

Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)

The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning on me)