Love Is A Contact Sport

(album: Whitney - 1987)

You've been avoiding me
Like a cat trying to dodge a dog
I never see ya shine
You're as cold as the London fog
You claim you want my love
Well I wouldn't know by the way you behave
If you want to feel the thrill of my touch
You better come outa' yo' cave

It's so perplexing
Why you fight it, won't you try it
Love's electric
Turn me on and see

[Chorus:]
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in tight
If you wanna do it right, here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you wanna play the game
So grab my hand and.... slam!...

I hate to sound aggressive
But I'm tired of waiting for your move
Cut the formalities
'Cause you've got a few things to prove
If you really want my love
I need to feel it down deep from within
Don't make me wait to long
I'm ready now, come and stroke my skin

Well all this talking
Worthless chatter, just don't matter
Time for stalking
Come get next to me

[Chorus]