(B. Rush) I slave away 9 to 5 But I can stand what I do 'Cause I'm so full of you I get home half alive Need that transfusion of Your essential love Bosses and bills fade away No drink or drug could ever do it this way Gimme the thrill... of my baby's touch Gimme the chill... of my baby's touch Oooh the skill... in my baby's touch Girl, it's all in your hands In the taste of your lips To the curve of your hips Give me all that you can Love me al the way Get me through another day Bosses and bills, make them fade away No drink or drug could ever feel like the Thrill... in my baby's touch Like the chill... in my baby's touch Ooooooh the skill... in my baby's touch She was designed to be With no one else, else but me The outside world ceases to exist From midnight to her morning kiss Dangerous Music ASCAP