Those Three Words Paroles

to be placed by your cheek
so the mornin' is sweet
the pleasure is close
tick tick tick tick my dear
can't you see?
i could have written a story
out of i love you
i could have given
i could have given something new
but as it stands
my organ's humpin somethin' old
and all the while i ask for flowers to be
placed by your cheek
so the mornin is sweet...
somehow
from beginning to end
is right here
holding your hand
and shining your shoes
and pouring the wine and precious thoughts, and diamond dreams
somehow, from beginning to end
is right here holding your hand
(wednesday will come)