Text: Howard Jones. Working In The Backroom. You Are Beautiful To Me.

Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to hold you
Can't tell you how many dreams how many fantasies
As I count down the hours and I count down the seconds
Will I be able to say will I be able to say

You are beautiful to me
You are sexual to me
Still a mystery
You are woman

Sometimes I wonder if this love will ever find expression
Does a seed in winters arms know of springs intention
Two spirits dancing through a body conversation
Is this light years away will I be able to say

You are beautiful to me
You are sexual to me
Still a mystery
You are woman