Addio Etta James, la ragazza che voleva solo «to make love to you»

Addio Etta James, la ragazza che voleva solo «to make love to you»

I Just Want to Make Love to You

I don’t want you to be no slave
I don’t want you to work all day
I don’t want you to be true
I just want to make love to you

At last

I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known  

Tell mama

You thought you had found yourself a good girl,
One who would love you and give you the world.
Then you find, babe, that you’ve been misused
Come to me, honey, I’ll do what you choose

I’d rather go blind

Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no

A Sunday Kind Of Love

I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea