90 from the 90's

As words fall softly from your lips
and land upon my ear;
my mind and body are caressed
by every word I hear

When I hear your sweet voice in my head
My brain begins to numb
If this is what you do to me
I like what I've become.

So speak my sweet, please speak to me,
I need to hear your voice,
I've become a slave to it,
I have no other choice.