Perfume
Rolls off of the ocean
And into the shoreline
To share with us nectar, from the flower
Of the shining Green Bay
And rolling waves like your hair in my face
Find me lost in the tide again
Enjoying high with a new kindred friend
To taste her kind as my muse
'Cause she's a tender red wine, I to you
So I'll get drunk to her slowly
And stumble into the floor of our living room
Where I'd find that she'll hold me
And take me under her wings like arms tonight
And we might fly far from these city lights
Into a shining night with her shining stars
But all the stars are in these eyes
I'm counting one and she's touching these lips of mine
She's in my head, stepping in with every line
Of this song that we might dance to each time we seem to find the time
Like the waltz of her heart
And, dove, we never will skip a beat
From crashing dives in the air to where we meet
You'll be there each flight to catch me
In those great graceful arms
I'll trust your climb in my great decent
And when you find that your love is spent
You can have mine as this heart would better burn incense
To bring us back to perfume
Where the ocean'd have us back in tune
And have us dancing to the world as two
Cooing out beauty as the birds will do
But it'll be just me and you...
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Perfume
Rolls off of the ocean
And into the shoreline
To share with us nectar, from the flower
Of the shining Green Bay
And rolling waves like your hair in my face
Find me lost in the tide again
Enjoying high with a new kindred friend
To taste her kind as my muse
'Cause she's a tender red wine, I to you
So I'll get drunk to her slowly
And stumble into the floor of our living room
Where I'd find that she'll hold me
And take me under her wings like arms tonight
And we might fly far from these city lights
Into a shining night with her shining stars
But all the stars are in these eyes
I'm counting one and she's touching these lips of mine
She's in my head, stepping in with every line
Of this song that we might dance to each time we seem to find the time
Like the waltz of her heart
And, dove, we never will skip a beat
From crashing dives in the air to where we meet
You'll be there each flight to catch me
In those great graceful arms
I'll trust your climb in my great decent
And when you find that your love is spent
You can have mine as this heart would better burn incense
To bring us back to perfume
Where the ocean'd have us back in tune
And have us dancing to the world as two
Cooing out beauty as the birds will do
But it'll be just me and you...
Rolls off of the ocean
And into the shoreline
To share with us nectar, from the flower
Of the shining Green Bay
And rolling waves like your hair in my face
Find me lost in the tide again
Enjoying high with a new kindred friend
To taste her kind as my muse
'Cause she's a tender red wine, I to you
So I'll get drunk to her slowly
And stumble into the floor of our living room
Where I'd find that she'll hold me
And take me under her wings like arms tonight
And we might fly far from these city lights
Into a shining night with her shining stars
But all the stars are in these eyes
I'm counting one and she's touching these lips of mine
She's in my head, stepping in with every line
Of this song that we might dance to each time we seem to find the time
Like the waltz of her heart
And, dove, we never will skip a beat
From crashing dives in the air to where we meet
You'll be there each flight to catch me
In those great graceful arms
I'll trust your climb in my great decent
And when you find that your love is spent
You can have mine as this heart would better burn incense
To bring us back to perfume
Where the ocean'd have us back in tune
And have us dancing to the world as two
Cooing out beauty as the birds will do
But it'll be just me and you...
Writer: John Lathrop
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid