Sam Cooke

If I go, a million miles away
I'd write a letter, each and everyday
Cause honey nothing, nothing can ever change this love I have for you
Mmmmmm, make me weep
And you can make me cry
See me coming
And you can pass me by
But honey, nothing, nothing can ever change this love I have for you
Wo-oh-oh, you're the apple of my eye, you're cherry pie
And oh you're, you're cake and ice cream