4.Masters In China
You've always been bashful
You're just that way
But your eyes are like billboards
They give you away
Your mouth is a trumpet
Somebody else plays
Long after the note's gone
The tone ussually stays
And you're chest, a fine pillow
With lining, a feather
Your hair is a valley
your strands stick together
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a mind that the Lord only knows
The tongue of an angel floats in red wine,saliva
Your teeth rival porcelain made by masters in china
Your face can't be captured by pictures or words
And your voice is a music that I've never heard
Your skin is a cream out beyond measure
Your nose is a peak never touched by the weather
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a soul that the Lord only knows.
Ooohhhhh, Ooohhhhh
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