Her love is like a candle: you light it up at night. 

Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right. 

Sometimes I do. 

She's got a tongue like a viper, but she can whisper like a dove. 

Soft touch like brushed velvet: till she hits you from above. 

And sometimes she does. 



She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log. 

Just when I feel like dancing 

I wake up sleeping with the dog. 

And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog. 



I have to guess at the mysteries of her unfathomable soul. 

Guess when the time seems right 

to make a broken spirit whole 

and that time is due. C'm'on. 



She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log 

and just when I feel like dancing 

I wake up sleeping with the dog. 

And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog.