B. r. hornsby      Well I'm walking on the floor   Hanging right round the door   Hoping you will come through   Wanting you to, sweat on my brow   I'm no saint   Nothing left but a bad excuse   The heat makes you do things   You might just not do   In your right mind   But you'll do what you do   You can be sure I'll be there      It's gonna take these arms of mine   All that they've got to hold onto you   All that I know is these arms of mine   Are willing to try to keep hold of you   Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot   A whole, whole, whole lot      Well I'm walking the line   Between wrong and right   I could go either way   But now you don't want me to stay   You're so tired of waiting   Well I'm no saint   Tried to have my cake and eat it too   But nobody does what you do   Now another wins and I lose   I might deserve to   Now you'll do what you do   Might be too late but I'll tell you      It's gonna take these arms of mine   All that they've got to hold onto you   All that I know is these arms of mine   Are willing to try to keep hold of you   Gonna hold, hold, hold on   Hold, hold, hold on