Marisa

As the colors change on these big oak trees My heart is set in the hills My mind, however baby, is not in the same place My mind is set, set on you The problem, baby, is not attraction It's not the distance or the thrills I'll just come knocking when my sister's out Then we won't have no explaining to do Oh Marisa, didn't make it to my show It didn't bother me, oh no Oh Marisa, girl, I don't ever wanna miss ya The bottom line is I want you as my own Can't beat stiff breezes changin' seasons But we don't have to both go cold I'm not the man to go and rush ahead When we drag our feet, we both grow old Oh Marisa, didn't make it to my show It didn't bother me, oh no Oh Marisa, girl, I don't ever wanna miss ya The bottom line is I want you as my own Oh Marisa, didn't make it to my show It didn't bother me, oh no Oh Marisa, girl, I don't ever wanna miss ya The bottom line is I want you as my own