The Outlaws (Southern Rock Band)
Prisoner
Paul
I got no key to my happiness
I'm satisfied in love, I guess
Maybe someday, maybe tomorrow
Well, you'll be mine and for sure
Well, I'll be your prisoner
Kiss my smile, look in my direction
And catch a glance of loose affection
Birds are hummin', Tuesday's comin'
And you'll be mine and for sure
Well I'll be your prisoner
And all the times you've lied
And all the times I've cried
Over you
February, month of love
And you're the one I've been dreaming of
Maybe someday, well, maybe tomorrow
Well, you'll be mine and for sure
Well, I'll be your prisoner
Now, you'll be mine and for sure
Well, I'll be your prisoner