You Make Me Stop

 

I was doing what I do, I was minding my own business

I was paying close attention to my job

I was very nearly through, I was cruising to a finish

And until I did I did not plan to stop

 

But then I heard you

And then I saw you

And then I stopped

 

I had given up on loving, I had finally quit caring

I can’t tell you all the lovers I forgot

‘Cause in all that love was nothing, not a single bit of sharing

I’d grown comfortable that that would be my lot

 

But then I heard you

And then I saw you

And then all that stopped

 

You make me hot, you make me stop, you make me whole

You make me hot, you make me stop, you make me whole

 

I’ve kissed way too many women, but I never kissed a woman

The way you kissed me back of Bailey’s Irish Pub

That’s when the job, it got forgotten, ‘cause my heart, it started thumping

It’s been throbbing ever since we first made love

 

And now when I hear you

And when I see you

Everything else stops

 

You make me hot, you make me stop, you make me whole

You make me hot, you make everything else stop

 

© 2001. Billy Marabella.

NOTES ON THIS SONG
I know she likes this song. She asked me to sing it to her many times. I always obliged. Bailey’s Irish Pub is (was?) a booth at the Houston International Festival. That was one of the top two make-out sessions of my life. She’ll be angry that I don’t say it was the top make-out session, but I don’t want to choose. She’s easy to anger. She also doesn’t like the way the song ends, but to me, it’s the whole story in a nutshell. What do you think?