Gettin’ Ready For Love

I sit by the telephone
Waiting for you to call me
And when I'm alone in the night
The blues start to fall on me
Baby, I'm waiting for you
And all that's on my mind
Is what I`m gonna do

My friends say I'm crazy
And I'm wasting my time on you
I'm breaking the rules
And I'm way out of line it's true
Baby, one night with you
And they'd be goin' crazy too

I'm getting ready for love
Brand new start
Here's my heart
I'm getting ready for love
I can feel
This time it's real

All I keep thinkin' about
Is the way that you do to me
Baby, the wonder of you
Has made the wonderful come true

I'm getting ready for love
Brand new start
Here's my heart
I'm getting ready for love
I can feel
This time it's real

I'm under your spell
Of that I'm sure
You can tell

Sailin' along on a breeze
Ooh, I'm flying
Ooh, I'm skying

I'm getting ready for love
Brand new start
Here's my heart
I'm getting ready for love
I can feel
This time it's real

I'm getting ready for love
Yes, I am
Yes, I am
I'm getting ready for love

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