Inside my arms he's a different man
Inside my arms he forgets his plans
He is mine and I supply everything he needs
Until he leaves and forgets the warmth of my body ooh
I'm not proud that I cling to him
I cherish his soul and sing to him
But I am hopelessly into him
I answer when he calls
Inside my arms on some too late night
When I don't care if he treats me right
We'll be pretending but I'll know that it's real in the morning
Inside my arms on some too late night
When I don't care if he treats me right
We'll be pretending but I'll know that it's real
In the morning he'll forget to feel till some other too late night
Inside my arms it's a too late night
And I don't care if he treats me right
Pretend, I don't care
I know that it's real
In the morning
The morning
In the morning