Earthquake
© 1996 by Jim Stringer, Little Book Music, BMI

I'm not a man who likes to gamble
My defenses deep, my precautions ample  
I thought I'd found my niche  
And built my life on solid ground.  

What I took for granite was all my fault  
My best intentions crumbled like salt  
The very first time I saw her  
My walls came tumbling down

She hit me like an earthquake, (an earthquake)  
Her lovin' makes the ground shake (the ground shake)  
When I kiss her lips, there's a distant rumble  
My composure slips, my defenses crumble...  
EARTHQUAKE...

Now, feet and inches are bound to fail  
You gotta measure this woman on the Richter scale  
You could take my blood pressure with a seismograph  
Each time those kisses start

I can't protect myself by standin' in a doorway  
Her fault line runs from Argentina to Norway  
I lie awake and feel the aftershocks  
From the pounding of my heart

She hit me like an earthquake, (an earthquake)  
Her lovin' makes the ground shake (the ground shake)  
When I kiss her lips, there's a distant rumble  
My composure slips, my defenses crumble...  
EARTHQUAKE...

From San Francisco to Tokyo  
No tremors out-shakes my mommy-o  
This terrifying situation sure feels good to me...  

There's a crack in the ground and I fell heart first  
No tidal wave's gonna quench this thirst  
Buried deep in love, I can't dig out  
I may not even try...

She hit me like an earthquake, (an earthquake)  
Her lovin' makes the ground shake (the ground shake)  
When I kiss her lips, there's a distant rumble  
My composure slips, my defenses crumble...  
EARTHQUAKE...