Otis Redding

These arms of mine they are lonely
Lonely and feeling blue, these arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be

These arms of mine they are burning
Burning from wanting you, these arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be

Come on now, baby
Come on, come on baby, now
Just be my little woman, just be my lover
Oh, I need your warmth
I need your loving arms to hold me tight