You see me
We are beautiful
Like silk over a breast
Never ask for the impossible
We are beautiful
Something a hand would stroke
Never ask for the impossible
I’m all talk and no attraction!
Something a hand would stroke
Old age is youth cubed
I’m all talk and no attraction!
When I open my face on you.
Old age is youth cubed
Like silk over a breast
When I open my face on you.
You see me