Her skin is like velvet | |
Her face cut from stone | |
Her eyes when she's smiling | |
Will never reach home | |
But hear how she sings | |
Her touch would be tender | |
Her lips would be warm | |
But when we're together | |
I'm always alone | |
But hear how she sings | |
But hear how she sings | |
But hear how she sings | |
Her skin is like velvet | |
So I went to her home | |
Her place like a palace | |
With things you can't own | |
Her skin is like velvet | |
But hear how she sings | |
But hear how she sings |