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You've always been bashful |
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You're just that way |
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But your eyes are like billboards |
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They give you away |
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Your mouth is a trumpet |
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Somebody else plays |
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Long after the note's gone |
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The tone ussually stays |
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And you're chest, a fine pillow |
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With lining, a feather |
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Your hair is a valley |
| [00:52.75] |
your strands stick together |
| [00:56.27] |
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
| [01:01.77] |
Played by a mind that the Lord only knows |
| [01:15.78] |
The tongue of an angel floats in red wine,saliva |
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Your face can't be captured by pictures or words |
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And your voice is a music that I've never heard |
| [01:43.76] |
Your skin is a cream out beyond measure |
| [01:50.99] |
Your nose is a peak never touched by the weather |
| [01:57.93] |
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano |
| [02:06.62] |
Played by a soul that the Lord only knows. |
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Ooohhhhh, Ooohhhhh |
