Bosson

Theres a hole where my heart should be
And baby only you can fill this emptiness in me
Theres a hole where my heart should be
So baby wrap it up, pack it up
Bring your lovin back to me
Chorus
Everytime that were apart
I close my eyes and i
I cant help think of you
But girl unless youre in my arms
Its just not feeling right
The telephone wont do
The space is killing me
It just wont let me be
And just the thought of you girl
Can make me weak