She's got brass pipes- comin' up her spine
She's got stained glass window eyes
She's got a choir inside her
She's got a reason to sing
She's got chapped lips- she got deep hips
She's got her mamma's southern drawl
And she don't worry- and she don't hurry
She knows how to sing the blues
And things are better when we're together
These days turn into something more
Never knowing why or where we're going
But we are, we are going all the way!
So I'll try not to forget that it's
No coincidence that my hand fits perfectly in yours
These little melodies will be a symphony
The spirit is composing in our bones
We were not meant to be alone
You are my sunshine- you are my red wine
You are my reason to sing
And if that day comes, when a song is not enough
I will learn to paint
And things are better when we're together
These days turn into something more
Never knowing why or where we're going
But we are, we are going all the way!
So I'll try not to forget that it's
No coincidence that my hand fits perfectly in yours
These little melodies will be a symphony
The spirit is composing in our bones
We were not meant to be alone