Rod Stewart - Sometimes when we touch

You ^Dask me if I ^D/Glove you, and I ^D/Achoke on my r^Deply. I'd r^F#Mather hurt you h^BMonestly, than m^Eislead you with a l^Aie And w^EMho am I to ju^Adge you on w^Dhat you say or d^BMo G F#/D E F# A I'm only just beginning to see the real you.

An^Dd sometimes when we ^D/Gtouch. The ^Ahonesty's too ^F#Mmuch An^BMd I have ^Eto close my eyes, and h^Aide. D D/G A F#/A I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down, and cry. I want^EM to hold you till the fe^Aar in me su^Dbsides.

Ro^Dmance in all its s^D/Gtrategy has me ba^D/Attling with my p^Dride ^F#MBut though the i^BMnsecurity some t^Eenderness su^Arvies Im ^EMjust another w^Ariter still tr^Dapped with in my ^BMtruths G F#/D E F# A A hesitant prize fighter still trapped with in my youth.

And^D sometimes when w^D/Ge touch the ho^Anestys too m^F#Much an^BMd I have^E to close my eyes, and h^Aide D D/G A F#A I wanna hold you till I die till we both breakdown, and cry I wan^EMna hold you till the f^Aear in me su^Dbsides

At t^Aimes Id like to hold^A you and driv^Ae you to your ^Dknees at ^BMtimes Id like to br^F#Meak through, and ho^Gld you end^Alessly at t^Dimes I understa^D/Gnd you, and I^D/A know how hard you ^Dtry Ive ^F#Mwatched while lo^BMve commands you and Ive ^Ewatched love pass you ^Aby At ti^EMmes I think were d^Arifters, still s^Dearching for a f^BMriend G F#D E F# A a brother or a sister, but then the passion flares again.