Music on my fingertips,
Her perfume on my tongue,
There are so many verses,
Waiting to be sung.
Her perfume on my tongue,
There are so many verses,
Waiting to be sung.
She brings sunshine in a bottle,
Everywhere she goes,
The Beatles – Aristotle,
A Dandelion – A Rose.
Eric Clapton – Leonard Cohen,
She’s Layla and Suzanne,
She brings me tea and oranges,
And spice from Pakistan.
She brings philosophy and trinkets,
From China and Japan,
Chants and prayers from India –
Proverbs from Charlie Chan.
We lay on the grass together,
Melting in the summer sun,
I can taste her precious nectar,
And her essence on my tongue.
