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THE WAY SHE TALKS TO ME

The way she talks to me
Makes me feel like I'm somebody else
The way she smiles at me
Makes me feel like I'm under a spell

She can kiss the sun and taste the rain
She's Mother Natures sugar cane
When I'm the paper she's the plane
We eat strawberries, drink champagne
Tripping over big brass stars
We place our hands on boulevards
Yellow lines on paved highway
Tearing petals from bouquets

The way she talks to me
Makes me feel like I'm somebody else
The way she smiles at me
Makes me feel like I'm under a spell
The way she touches me
Makes me feel like there's no one around
The way she laughs with me
Makes me feel like I'm on her cloud

And if I ever close my eyes
Whisper that you love me
And if I ever wonder why
Take me to your holiday
Oh far away

The way she sleeps with me
The way she tastes to me

The flame of heaven is locked tight
In her drawer I found her kite
She's the moon that hits my eye
She leaves no scar when it's goodbye
She grows on me like luscious ivy
Intentions thrown like arrows at me
Silver shovels yielding traffic
Big balloons popping magic

The way she talks to me
Makes me feel like I'm somebody else
The way she smiles at me
Makes me feel like I'm under a spell
The way she sleeps with me
Takes me down from this hotel

The ways she tastes to me
Makes me tingle in my mouth

The way she talks to me
The way she smiles at me
The way she touches me
The way she laughs with me