Youve always been bashful, youre just that way But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays And your chests a fine pillow, with lining of feather Your hair is a family, where strands stick together Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano, Played by a mind that the Lord only knows
A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva Your teeth ravel porclein, made by masters in China Your face cant be captured by pictures or words And your voice is a music that I never heard And your skin is a cream divvied out beyond measure Your nose is a peak never touched by the weather Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano Played by a soul that the Lord only knows