She makes something in my soul stir
An effect in my loins occur
Curing my past aches of the heart
Throwing all these emotions together
And amazingly she calls it art
Opens her mouth
And out pours melodies
I can help these feelings inside of me
But for how much longer we'll see
Stroking the keys better than Alicia
And that's between, few and far
Though the motions are slow
The rapid beat creates a blur
The candle lights flicker
The scent fills the room
And I hope she's ready
Cause here we are
Her fingertips aren't the only ones
Who can seduce the ivory
Drunk and she ain't had a drop of liquor
For my words she feens
Take her to the ninth cloud
And nickname her felicity
Yet her hair isn't red and she's much finer
I'm in love with a singer
A fairytale I don't wish to be true
Cause that means I could actually lose you
Do they even realize who
It is that I
Must say for me is in need; part III
