She talked into my ear with a sweet tone, not even a canary could match;
She scaled the cat walk with a stride, not
even a feline could scratch;
She moved so smooth like butter on toast;
She dance so smooth like yesterday into tomorrow;
She played my mind so good that my heart did explode;
She stole my breath like the heat steals the night's cold
But she didn't see me like I thought
and I guess I'll never know, dressed like a bell boy stuck on an elevator...
Pressing buttons and holding doors;
She talked into my ear and whispered the 12th floor;
That was the last we spoke after she left me
in these elevator doors.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
She talked into my ear with a sweet tone, not even a canary could match;
She scaled the cat walk with a stride, not
even a feline could scratch;
She moved so smooth like butter on toast;
She dance so smooth like yesterday into tomorrow;
She played my mind so good that my heart did explode;
She stole my breath like the heat steals the night's cold
But she didn't see me like I thought
and I guess I'll never know, dressed like a bell boy stuck on an elevator...
Pressing buttons and holding doors;
She talked into my ear and whispered the 12th floor;
That was the last we spoke after she left me
in these elevator doors.
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