Those Three Words Lyrics
I could have written a storyOut of those three wordsBut as it standsMy organ's pumping notesTo the skill of your smileAll the while I ask for flowersTo be placed by your cheekSo the mornin' is sweetThe pleasure is closeTick tick tick tick my dearCan't you see?I could have written a storyOut of I love youI could have givenI could have given something newBut as it standsMy organ's humpin somethin' oldAnd all the while I ask for flowers to bePlaced by your cheekSo the mornin is sweet...SomehowFrom beginning to endIs right hereHolding your handAnd shining your shoesAnd pouring the wineAnd lately, seems like everythingI'm a slave, I'm a masterAnd sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soulAnd sometimes my fingers walk round my eyesAnd precious thoughts, and diamond dreamsSomehow, from beginning to endIs right here holding your hand(Wednesday will come)
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