Her love is like a candle: you light it up at night.

Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right.

Sometimes I do.



She's got a tongue like a viper but she can whisper like a dove.

Soft touch like brushed velvet; till she hits you from above

and sometimes she does.



She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log.

Just when I feel like dancing, I wake up sleeping with the dog.

And it goes (woof) sleeping with the dog.



I have to guess at the mysteries of her unfathomable soul.

Guess when the time is right to make a broken spirit whole

and that time is due. C'm'on.



She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log

and just when I feel like dancing, I wake up sleeping with the dog.

And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog