Shirley Brown Passion
He's as gentle as a sun to a raindrop
As warm as a noonday sun
It's all in how he makes love to me
It makes me call him passion
When he's away, his love is still with me
And when he's here, joy is no remedy
I love the way he calls me baby, baby
It makes me call him passion
He's my lover and I need him so much
He's just as sweet as he can be
Especially when he touches me
Passion, call him passion
Passion, Mr. Passion
A sweeter man, I know I'll never, never know
'Cause in his arms there's joy I've known before
Although I know that he's not perfect
But still I call him passion
Passion, call him passion
He's as warm, warm as a noonday shine
When he holds me
He loves me like a man should
They call him Mr. Passion
I love the way he loves me
He as gentle as a sun to raindrop
He's alright with me, hey, hey, hey
What do you call the way we love
