I could listen to your soulful melodies sung to me, lovely
all night long
Play with the curls that fall in mishappened beauty past the long lashed brown irises,
That I simply not resist
I could paint worlds, and write oceans to each and every song
Nothing can describe how your lips feel touching mine, even now sitting lone & my heads still spinning
When I left that night he told me I was winning,
Oh. The teasing game, we open our souls and pull heartstrings with no shame
And it's you my dear for these arrythmatic heart patterns, I blame
Head against your broad chest,
I know you feel the same