Track Title:               Love Is A Contact Sport

Album Title:               Whitney
Prime Artist:              Whitney Houston
Producer:                  Narada Michael Walden
Written by:                Preston Glass
You've been avoiding me

                 Like a cat tryin' to dodge a dog

                 I never see ya shine

                 You're as cold as the London fog

                 You claim you want my love

                 Well I wouldn't know by the way you behave

                 If you want to feel the thrill of my touch

                 You better come outa' yo' cave
                 It's so perplexing

                 Why you fight it, won't you try it

                 Love's electric

                 Turn me on and see

                 Love is  a contact sport

                 You gotta move in tight

                 If you wanna do it right, here I am

                 Love is  a contact sport

                 You gotta act untamed

                 If you wanna play the game

                 So grab my hand and.... slam!...
                 I hate to sound aggressive

                 But I'm tired of waitin' for your move

                 Cut the formalities

                 'Cause you've got a few things to prove

                 If you really want my love

                 I need to feel it down deep from within

                 Don't make me wait to long

                 I'm ready now, come and stroke my skin
                 Well all this talkin'

                 Worthless chatter, just don't matter

                 Time for stalkin'

                 Come get next to me