Melody (Tip Of My Tongue) - Mike Williams

I stand a little too close.

You stare a little too long.

We do this dance everytime you and I, you and I.

Yea, we’re up in the air.

Like the smoke from your lips.

But I can’t find my words.

When I am chasin your kiss.

I can taste, I can taste, I can tatse it.

In my mind, all the time, can you raise it?

When I do, for a shot, for a love,

I have you, I have you on the tip of my tongue.

I have you on the tip of my tongue.