Divine Singing Bird
Her silhouette shines through the night like a twinkling star
Her facial features, even gay guys know how irresistable they are
It is carried by juvenile sexuality
Her sketches of her future compromise my sanity
The way her nose turns red when cold makes one cough
Or how she rises her eyebrows when she laughs
I could look at her a thousand times just to find
Reality's even better than the pictures in my mind
She's my pretty singing bird sent from heaven above
Her song started way too late but now she spreads her love
My divine singing bird you sing irresistably
Though you started way too late please stay and sing with me
That smell, that taste
The song's too much for a man to take
That smile, that attitude
Make it more than just an interlude
Her lashes surround her eyes shining like a clear night's moon
They catch me more than the leafs around a roses bloom
I don't know if I prefer her face being last picture kept from my dreams
Or the first one I see before my inner eye in the morning
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
She's my pretty singing bird...
Maybe you don't realise how delightful your song is
But I definitely do
So I tried to reflect a bit of it's grace and write a song for you
© Klaus Dorninger
