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Loving you

LOVING YOU
Minnie Ripperton

Lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful
Makin' love with you is all I want to do
Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true
Everything that I do is out of lovin' you

No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime

Lovin' you has made my life so beautiful
And every day of my life
Is filled with lovin' you
Lovin' you I see your soul come shining through
And every time that we, ooooh
I'm more in love with you

No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime

Lovin' you has made my life so beautiful
And every day of my life
Is filled with lovin' you
Lovin' you I see your soul come shining through
And every time that we, ooooh
I'm more in love with you

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