If You Could Touch Her at All

Funny a woman can come on so wild and free

Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me

And stand by my bed and shiver as if she were cold

Just to lie down beside me and touch me as if I were gold

One night of love can't make up for six nights alone

But I'd rather have one than none Lord cause I'm flesh and bone

And sometimes it seems that she ain't worth the trouble at all

But she could be worth the world if somehow you can touch her at all

Right or wrong a woman can own any man

She can take him inside her and hold his soul in her hand

Then leave him as weak and weary as a newborn child

Fighting to get his first breath and open his eyes

One night of love can't make up...

And sometimes it seems...