Brad Martin. Wait. Zeneszám

I was moving in, moving in for the kill
Long about our third date
I thought I had her in the palm of my hand
So I didn't anticipate, her making me wait, wait

Waiting on her kisses
Making me wishing for what ain't mine
Wait, waiting on her loving
Says, she'll give it up in her own sweet time

I wanna move so fast, she says slow down, hold back
She's making me wait, she says, "Baby, wait"

One week, two dates, 100 bucks later
Still ain't around first base
But I know when I'm onto something
Worth keeping me in the chase
Making me wait, wait

Waiting on her kisses
Making me wishing for what ain't mine
Wait, waiting on her loving
Says, she'll give it up in her own sweet time

I wanna move so fast, she says slow down, hold back
She's making me wait, she says, "Baby, wait"

Ain't known to be the patient kind
But I'm more than willing to be this time
Making me wait, she says, "Baby, wait"
Making me wait, wait

Waiting on her kisses
Making me wishing for what ain't mine
Wait, waiting on her loving
Says, she'll give it up in her own sweet time

I wanna move so fast, she says slow down, hold back
She's making me wait, she says, "Baby, wait"
Ah, baby wait, baby wait
Ya gotta wait