Lyrics
You seem consumed with papers and pins
You appear preoccupied with documents and fasteners
Letters and odds and ends
Correspondence and various small items
Anything that's old and lovely
Anything that possesses both age and charm
I wonder what it's like under your hands
I am curious about the sensation under your touch
I'm holding all your focus
I hold all of your attention
You're molding me like wax again
You are shaping me like malleable material once again
I bet she's sweet
I believe she is kind
Not an ordinary lady
Not an ordinary woman
Extraordinarily gracious
Exceptionally courteous
And she wouldn't like my foul language
And she wouldn't appreciate my vulgar language
I see you telling stories over cocktails
I observe you narrating tales during social drinks
You're captured by the way she says your name
You are captivated by the way she utters your name
2 am, no sleep
It's 2 am, and there's no sleep
And you're delicately dusting off the sheet
You're gently removing dust from a surface
But those creases near your eyes are not for me
However, the wrinkles near your eyes are not caused by me
If I was your muse, they would be
If I were your source of inspiration, those wrinkles would be
I wish I was a woman you discovered
I desire to be a woman you come across
In photos you uncovered of the fair
In photographs you uncover of a beautiful event
Long gone, and never lovers
Long past, and never romantically involved
You'd notice how I look over my shoulder
You would notice how I glance over my shoulder
Amused but with composure
Amused but composed
New page and then the moment's over
A new moment, and then it quickly fades away
2 am, no sleep
It's 2 am again, and there's no sleep
And you're delicately dusting off the sheet
You're delicately removing dust from a surface once more
But those creases near your eyes are not for me
However, the wrinkles near your eyes are not because of me
If I was your muse, they would be
If I were your inspiration, those wrinkles would be
If I was your muse, they would be
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