(Paul Waaktaar / Lauren Savoy)

Her skin is like velvet

Her face cut from stone

Her eyes when she's smiling

Will never reach home

But hear how she sings

Her touch would be tender

Her lips would be warm

But when we're together

I'm always alone

But hear how she sings

But hear how she sings

Hear how she sings

Her skin is like velvet

So I went to her home

Her place like a palace

With things you can't own

Her skin is like velvet

And hear how she sings

Hear how she sings...