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I Wanna Be Loved – The Andrews Sisters

Introduction

“I Wanna Be Loved” by The Andrews Sisters is a timeless classic that exudes the longing and desire for affection. Released in 1950, the song showcases the harmonious vocals and captivating performance style that made The Andrews Sisters iconic figures in the music industry. With its heartfelt lyrics and infectious melody, “I Wanna Be Loved” continues to resonate with audiences, capturing the universal longing for love and connection. Join us as we dive into the enchanting world of The Andrews Sisters’ “I Wanna Be Loved.”

Did You Know?

  • “I Wanna Be Loved” was written by Billy Rose, Edward Heyman, and Johnny Green, and was originally recorded by Dinah Shore in 1933. The Andrews Sisters’ rendition brought renewed popularity to the song.
  • The song’s lush vocal harmonies and catchy melody helped it become a hit for The Andrews Sisters, reaching No. 17 on the Billboard Pop Singles chart.
  • “I Wanna Be Loved” showcases The Andrews Sisters’ versatility as vocalists, blending elements of swing, jazz, and pop to create a captivating and timeless sound.
  • The song remains a beloved part of The Andrews Sisters’ repertoire, cherished by fans of vintage music and adored for its nostalgic charm.

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Lyrics: I Wanna Be Loved

I want to be loved with inspirationI want to be loved starting tonightInstead of merely holding conversationHold me tight
I want to be kissed until I tingleI want to be kissed starting tonightEmbrace until our heartbeats intermingleWrong or right
I feel like acting my ageI’m past the stage of merely turtledoving(Be careful, be careful what you do)I’m in no mood to resistAnd I insist the world owes me a loving
I want to be thrilled to desperationI want to be thrilled starting tonight(Love me, love me, love me)With every kind of wonderful sensationI want to be loved
I feel like acting my ageI’m past the stage of merely turtledovingI’m in no mood to resistAnd I insist the world owes me a loving
I want to be thrilled to desperationI want to be thrilled starting tonightWith every kind of wonderful sensationI want to be loved

 

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