"Need Your Love So Bad" lyrics

"Need Your Love So Bad"
(feat. The War and Treaty)
(originally by Little Willie John)


I need someone's hand, to lead me through the night
I need someone arms to hold and squeeze me tight
When the night begins an' the dew remains
I need your love so bad

I need some lips to feel next to mine
I need someone to stand up an' tell me, when I'm lying
When the lights are low, an' it's time to go
I need your love so bad

So give it up an' bring it home to me
Or write it on a paper, so it can be read to me
Tell me you love me an' stop driving me mad
'Cause I need your love so bad

I need a soft voice that will talk to me at night
Don't worry baby, we won't fuss and fight
Listen to my plea, bring it home to me
I need your love so bad
Ooh, I need your love so bad-yeah

So give it up an' bring it home to me
Or write it on a paper, so it can be read to me
Tell me you love me an' stop driving me mad
'Cause I need your love so bad

I need a soft voice that will talk to me at night
Don't worry baby, we won't fuss and fight
Listen to my plea, bring it home to me
I need your love so bad
I need your love so bad


Writer(s): William Edward John, Mertis John Jr.
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