My Kind of Loving

Hugh Cornwell

Spare a thought for me while you are far away.
I have them for you every minute of the day.
You're never far from me; your picture's in my mind.
You'd still be there even if God should strike me blind.
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
There is no meaning, in life's pleasures, without you.
Can't be a substitute, and women make me blue.
My bed is empty; like a shell the nut is gone.
When you return will be the birth of having fun.
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
And when I ask myself why is life so rough?
I wait for your touch.
I can't get too much.
You help me know myself, and learning can be tough.
I wait for your touch.
I can't get too much of your
Kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
No need to worry, I'll be here when you return.
The flame you lit's still bright and continues to burn.
I kiss your picture in the stillness, every night.
Not sure of many things, but this I know is right...
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
You help me know myself, and learning can be tough.
I wait for your touch.
I can't get too much of your
Kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.
You're my kind of loving.