Sing to me...
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She was a poetry girl I adored
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Late at night I'd hear songs from her window
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Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door
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And they lingered on
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As her fingers caressed her guitar
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Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming
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With her words we made love from afar
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As she sang her song
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[Chorus:]
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They were songs of change, joy and pain
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All the love she made
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Like she took the words from
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Every dream I've known, every love outgrown
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Singing on and on, like she took the words from my heart
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And to the poetry girl down the hall
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Late at night I would answer her calling
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Like the lyrics from one of her songs
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She made love to me
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Now our bodies and souls intertwined
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On the wings of passion we were soaring
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Then by the flickering candle at night
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She would sing to me
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[Chorus]
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Love is often unkind when we fall
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For now my poetess sings to another
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But when I think of those nights down the hall
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From somewhere deep inside
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I sing songs of change, joy and pain
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All the love I've made, I take the words from
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Every dream I've known, every love outgrown
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Singing on and on, and I take the words from my heart
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[Chorus]
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Poetry Girl
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| Eric Benet |
