| Song | Pinky |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Caribou |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
| I don't want to wake you | |
| But I'd like to tell you that I love you | |
| That the candlelight fell like a crescent | |
| Upon your feather pillow | |
| For there's more ways than one | |
| And the ways of the world are a blessing | |
| For when Pinky's dreaming | |
| She owes the world nothing | |
| And her silence keeps us guessing | |
| Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of July | |
| Quilted and timeless, seldom denied | |
| The trial and the error of my master plan | |
| Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler's hands | |
| You don't want to tell me | |
| But somehow you've guessed that I know | |
| Oh when dawn came this morning | |
| You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul | |
| For there's toast and honey | |
| And there's breakfast in bed on a tray | |
| Oh it's ten below zero | |
| And we're about to abandon our plans for the day |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| I don' t want to wake you | |
| But I' d like to tell you that I love you | |
| That the candlelight fell like a crescent | |
| Upon your feather pillow | |
| For there' s more ways than one | |
| And the ways of the world are a blessing | |
| For when Pinky' s dreaming | |
| She owes the world nothing | |
| And her silence keeps us guessing | |
| Pinky' s as perfect as the Fourth of July | |
| Quilted and timeless, seldom denied | |
| The trial and the error of my master plan | |
| Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler' s hands | |
| You don' t want to tell me | |
| But somehow you' ve guessed that I know | |
| Oh when dawn came this morning | |
| You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul | |
| For there' s toast and honey | |
| And there' s breakfast in bed on a tray | |
| Oh it' s ten below zero | |
| And we' re about to abandon our plans for the day |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| I don' t want to wake you | |
| But I' d like to tell you that I love you | |
| That the candlelight fell like a crescent | |
| Upon your feather pillow | |
| For there' s more ways than one | |
| And the ways of the world are a blessing | |
| For when Pinky' s dreaming | |
| She owes the world nothing | |
| And her silence keeps us guessing | |
| Pinky' s as perfect as the Fourth of July | |
| Quilted and timeless, seldom denied | |
| The trial and the error of my master plan | |
| Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler' s hands | |
| You don' t want to tell me | |
| But somehow you' ve guessed that I know | |
| Oh when dawn came this morning | |
| You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul | |
| For there' s toast and honey | |
| And there' s breakfast in bed on a tray | |
| Oh it' s ten below zero | |
| And we' re about to abandon our plans for the day |