The Sweetest Taboo - Henry Green

Feel so good, words can't explain It's got to be the sweetest pain, when I'm in your arms Hold me tight, turn out the light Turn out the light And when you kiss me, I can't keep still I love the way you make me feel Do what you want, do what you need To satisfy the need in me When I look into your eyes I get lost in paradise (paradise) Only you can set me free From this yearning misery (misery) (misery) (Ooh) I love you so bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside, ooh I love you so bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside, ooh I love you so (I love you baby, yeah) bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside Feels so good, words can't explain It's got to be the sweetest pain When you touch me, my body chills And then the fire starts to build Rock me baby, love me baby And give me everything you've got Love the way you make love to me No don't stop, don't you ever stop When I look into your eyes I get lost in paradise (paradise) Only you can set me free From this yearning misery (Ooh) I love you so bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside (Ohh) I love you so bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside (Ohh) I love you so (I love you baby, yeah) bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside (Ohh) I love you so bad it hurts me It hurts so good inside, ohh Feels so good, words can't explain It's got to be the sweetest pain Love me baby, love me baby It's got to be the sweetest pain Sweetest pain It's got to be the sweetest pain, baby Yeah It's got to be the sweetest pain It's got to be the sweetest pain

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.