Masters In China

Capotraste 1ª casa

Tom: E

       E   
You've always been bashful, you're just that way
         cis  
But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away
     E
Your mouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays
     cis
Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays

         A
And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather
     B
Your hair is a family, with strands stick together
A
Fingers are keys from the grandest piano,
B
played by a line that the Lord only knew

  E
A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva
     cis
Your teeth ravel porcelain, made by masters in China
     E
Your face can't be captured by pictures or words
         cis
And your voice is a music that I've never heard

         A
And your skin is a cream , dipped out beyond measure
     B
Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather
     A
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
B
Played by a soul that the Lord only knew

E A B E
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