"God Made Me" lyrics
"God Made Me"
Don't touch me like that
Do it again
I was so opposed, now I'm all in
Tell me, my darling:
How can something reckless
Feel like coming home?
I'm in a fever over, fever over
Oh I'm in a fever over you
I'm in a fever over, fever over
Oh I'm in a fever over you
God put that spark in your eye
God put that heat in your touch
God made me want you like that
God made me love you so much
Love made me take off my clothes
Love put a yes on my lips
God gave you hands that just know
Made in the shape of my hips
I'm in a fever over, fever over
Oh I'm in a fever over you
Come mess up my hair
Dress up my floor
Is it ok if I bury my face
In your neck forever?
You've been my reason
To wake up happy since September
I'm in a fever over, fever over
Oh I'm in a fever over you
God put that spark in your eye
God put that heat in your touch
God made me want you like that
God made me love you so much
Love made me take off my clothes
Love put a yes on my lips
God gave you hands that just know
Made in the shape of my hips
I'm in a fever over, fever over
Oh I'm in a fever over you
Writer(s): Caroline Jones
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