Text: B.B. King. King of Blues: 1989. Can't Get Enough.

I've been tossing and turning all night
Stand into the darkness, afraid to turn on the light
It's got nothing to do with money
I just sing, I want you honey and I just can't rest 'til I get it right

'Cause when the morning breeze starts blowing
That's when you'll hear me call your name
That's when my love starts showing
It's getting serious, baby, end of game

'Cause I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love

You got me walkin' round in circles
Yeah, I'm always pacing the floor
But this life I'm living without you
I just can't take no more

Well, the morning breeze starts blowin'
I can hear you call my name
That's when my love starts showin'
It's getting serious, baby, end of game

'Cause I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love

I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love

But when the morning breeze starts blowing
I can hear it call your name
That's when my love starts showing
It's getting serious, baby, end of game

'Cause I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love

I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I said, I can't get enough of your love