| Song | Ivory (A Tone Poem) |
| Artist | Teena Marie |
| Album | Ivory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Marie |
| [00:06.210] | How supple your lips |
| [00:09.580] | The kind that were meant for kissing |
| [00:13.140] | I remember you |
| [00:15.130] | Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine |
| [00:21.380] | Candles lit I still burn mine every night about a quarter past three |
| [00:28.550] | There is a memory that lives and breathes |
| [00:31.610] | And flows through my veins like a good drug |
| [00:35.160] | The thought of your lips slightly parted |
| [00:38.590] | Beckoning the kiss that I wished I could try out on myself |
| [00:42.650] | To see if it was good enough for you |
| [00:45.390] | Into the cave where lust and love become one |
| [00:48.820] | You beloved meet me half way |
| [00:51.570] | Filling my nights and days to such extent |
| [00:54.570] | That I still quiver involuntarily |
| [00:58.220] | As you snap your fingers |
| [01:00.910] | And I come running |
| [01:02.640] | I remember you |
| [01:04.150] | You are the artful dodger |
| [01:06.830] | Do you remember me |
| [01:08.760] | They call me Ivory |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Marie |
| [00:06.210] | How supple your lips |
| [00:09.580] | The kind that were meant for kissing |
| [00:13.140] | I remember you |
| [00:15.130] | Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine |
| [00:21.380] | Candles lit I still burn mine every night about a quarter past three |
| [00:28.550] | There is a memory that lives and breathes |
| [00:31.610] | And flows through my veins like a good drug |
| [00:35.160] | The thought of your lips slightly parted |
| [00:38.590] | Beckoning the kiss that I wished I could try out on myself |
| [00:42.650] | To see if it was good enough for you |
| [00:45.390] | Into the cave where lust and love become one |
| [00:48.820] | You beloved meet me half way |
| [00:51.570] | Filling my nights and days to such extent |
| [00:54.570] | That I still quiver involuntarily |
| [00:58.220] | As you snap your fingers |
| [01:00.910] | And I come running |
| [01:02.640] | I remember you |
| [01:04.150] | You are the artful dodger |
| [01:06.830] | Do you remember me |
| [01:08.760] | They call me Ivory |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Marie |
| [00:06.210] | How supple your lips |
| [00:09.580] | The kind that were meant for kissing |
| [00:13.140] | I remember you |
| [00:15.130] | Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine |
| [00:21.380] | Candles lit I still burn mine every night about a quarter past three |
| [00:28.550] | There is a memory that lives and breathes |
| [00:31.610] | And flows through my veins like a good drug |
| [00:35.160] | The thought of your lips slightly parted |
| [00:38.590] | Beckoning the kiss that I wished I could try out on myself |
| [00:42.650] | To see if it was good enough for you |
| [00:45.390] | Into the cave where lust and love become one |
| [00:48.820] | You beloved meet me half way |
| [00:51.570] | Filling my nights and days to such extent |
| [00:54.570] | That I still quiver involuntarily |
| [00:58.220] | As you snap your fingers |
| [01:00.910] | And I come running |
| [01:02.640] | I remember you |
| [01:04.150] | You are the artful dodger |
| [01:06.830] | Do you remember me |
| [01:08.760] | They call me Ivory |