K.d. lang/g. matthews/f. scott/d. bjarnason

Knowing things that i do

And showing myself to you

My habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to you are fine

Well i'm tickled pink to think

That you're mine



I dug up a missing link

When i uncovered you

My lonely days are now extinct

With this evolution of you

I'm tickled pink

Seeing things that you do

And being one of the few

Whose habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to me are fine

Well i'm tickled pink to think

That you're mine



A glance from you

I'm on the brink of melting to the core

As told to me by my instinct

There's ecstasy galore in store

I'm tickled pink

Seeing things that you do

And being one of the few

Whose habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to me are fine

Well i'm tickled pink

To think

That you are mine


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