Lyrics Masters In China - Priscilla Ahn
You've
always
been
bashful
You're
just
that
way
But
your
eyes
are
like
billboards
They
give
you
away
Your
mouth
is
a
trumpet
Somebody
else
plays
Long
after
the
notes
gone
The
tone
usually
stays
And
your
chest
a
fine
pillow
With
lining
of
feather
Your
hair
is
a
family
With
strands
stick
together
Fingers
are
keys
from
The
grandest
piano
Played
by
a
line
That
the
Lord
only
knew
A
tongue
of
an
angel
Floats
in
red
wine
saliva
Your
teeth
ravel
porclein
Made
by
masters
in
China
Your
face
can't
be
captured
By
pictures
or
words
And
your
voice
is
a
music
That
I've
never
heard
And
your
skin
is
a
cream
Dipped
out
beyond
measure
Your
nose
is
a
pink
color
Touched
by
the
weather
Your
fingers
are
keys
From
the
grandest
piano
Played
by
a
soul
That
the
Lord
only
knew
Woo~woo~woo~...
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