She keeps me hanging,
On the love line, anticipating.
The weeks flew by.
Still she keeps me waiting.
Her scent is sweeter then a rose,
On a trellis climbs.
Tickling the senses of my nose.
From time to time.
And while I wait on the love-line,
My feelings grow.
From the top of my head,
Straight to my toes.
My skin is tingling,
My lonely heart is racing.
In my dreams,
We spend our time embracing.
And while I�m waiting on the love-line,
It�s her that I miss.
And now I�m hoping
For our first kiss.
She keeps me hanging,
On the love line, anticipating.
The weeks flew by.
Still, she keeps me waiting.
Her scent is sweeter then a rose,
On a trellis climbs.
Tickling the senses of my nose.
From time to time.
She keeps me hanging,
On the love line, anticipating.
And now I�m begging baby,
Don�t keep me waiting.
And while I�m waiting on the love-line,
It�s her that I miss.
And now I�m hoping
For our first kiss.