Lyrics

Like white on rice
here I am again
You turn my dials
all the way to 10
Song on the radio
Kick it, fifth gear shift
It's like it's Christmas Eve
and I'm a little kid

Up I-20
I-85
My phone is dinging
nonstop on this drive
The signs are singing
They're calling out to me
like triple 8th notes
yeah, like do-re-mi

I’m coming to you, baby
like the ring ring
and the ding ding
and the sing sing
I’m your music
I’m coming to you, baby
like the la la
and the fa fa
and the ra ra
I’m your music

Can you hear my voice
inside your head
Can you hear the rhythm
coming off those tire treads
Remember how we dance
Remember how we move
Hang on, Loverboy
cuz I am in the mood

I’m coming to you, baby
like the ring ring
and the ding ding
and the sing sing
I’m your music
I’m coming to you, baby
like the la la
and the fa fa
and the ra ra
I’m your music

And when I get there
I'll pour music on you
And while we're dancing
you'll be humming my tune

I’m coming to you, baby
like the ring ring
and the ding ding
and the sing sing
I’m your music
I’m coming to you, baby
like the la la
and the fa fa
and the ra ra
I’m your music

I’m coming to you, baby
like the ring ring
and the ding ding
and the sing sing
I’m your music
I’m coming to you, baby
like the la la
and the fa fa
and the ra ra
I’m your music

I’m coming to you, baby

© Carlene McDearis Wentworth