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 |