The Girl That Made My Song

Howling at the moon Hangover won't leave too soon Think I'll go to Spain Living there won't be the same Thinking 'bout your face Soon we'll leave the human race Heart filled up with pain Purified by cleansing rain Sipping on a scotch Pictures that I love to watch Dreaming of the way you smell When your card came in the mail Loved it when you used to write Now all we do is talk by Skype Thinking 'bout you all night long You're the girl that makes my song Thinking 'bout your face Covered up by pretty lace Wiped away that lazy tear Wondering how I caused your fear You turned and ran away My finger ripped your dress away I was such a wretched sight In the shadow of your light Sipping on a scotch You're the picture I love to watch Thinking 'bout you all night long You're the girl that makes my song Sitting back to contemplate Trying not to make a mistake Sipping coffee with croissants Hanging out at our old haunts My head jerked off the table You sat down like a grecian fable When you winked it was hello As the sun rose with a glow Sipping on a scotch With the girl I love to watch Thought about you all along You're the girl that made my song

© 2012 Paul Mize