You've always been bashful
You're just that way
But you're 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 you're chest, a fine pillow
With lining, a feather
Your hair is a felt
Your strands stick together
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a mind that the Lord only knows.

The tongue of an angel
Floats in red wine, saliva
Your teeth rival porcelain
Made my 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
Out beyond measure
Your nose is a peak
Never touched by the weather
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a soul that the Lord only knows

Oooooh, Oooooh, Oooooooohhhhh