| Baby comes one time and in his touch |
| I feel a grace that only he can bring |
| And with his kiss, I feel a grace |
| That only he can bring, only he can bring |
| Baby comes two times and with his touch |
| I feel warmth and peace that wholeness brings |
| And with his kiss, deliciousness |
| And peace that wholeness brings |
| That only he can bring |
| And it feels like butter, runnin' over me |
| Butter, and I’m won over, yeah |
| Butter, runnin' over me |
| Butter, butter, that only he can bring |
| Baby comes three times and with his touch |
| The electrifying spark is he and me |
| And with his kiss, a quiet bliss |
| That only he can bring, only he can bring |
| And if I taste his grace, his gift |
| That he gives only to me |
| Then I can taste desire, delicious fire |
| That only he can bring, only he can bring |
| And it tastes like |
| Butter, runnin' over me |
| Butter, and I’m won over, yeah |
| Butter, runnin' over me |
| Butter, butter, that only he can bring |
| In the quiet, warm, and fragrant dark |
| The electrifying spark is he and me |
| Like only we can be |