Ohhh.....sing to me...baby...oh...



She was a poetry girl I adored

Late at night Id hear songs from her window

Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door

And they lingered on...



As her fingers caressed her guitar

Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming

With her words we made love from afar

As she sang her song...



They were songs of change, joy and pain

All the love she made (like she took the words from)

Every dream Id known, every love outgrown

Singing on and on like she took the words from my heart

(Like she took the words from my heart)



And to the poetry girl down the hall

Late at night I would answer her calling

Like the lyrics from one of her songs

She made love to me (makin love to me, yeah)



Now our bodies and souls entertwined (so close)

On the wings of passion we were soaring

Then by the flickering candle at night

She would sing to me... (yeah, yeah)



They were songs of change (they were) joy and pain (oh yeah)

All the love she made (mmm... like she took the words from)

Every dream Id known (my dreams) every love outgrown (and my loves)

Singing on and on (ohhh) like she took the words from my heart



Ooooooohhhhhh... ohhh.. baby..



Love is often unkind when we fall

For now my poetess sings to another

But when I think of those nights down the hall

From somewhere deep inside



I sing songs of change, joy and pain

All the love Ive made (and I take those words from)

Every dream Ive known, every love outgrown

Singing on and on (and I take those words from)

Songs of change, joy and pain

All the love she made (like she took the words from)

Every dream Id known, every love outgrown

Singing on and on (like she took the words from my heart)

[repeat]