Hands
Hands Who would have thought That word could mean so much But it does Hands Your hands And lips Those too I could spend eternity In the company Of those two words Hands and lips But only yours Your hand in mine Then moving over me While your lips greet mine Then our bodies get aquainted Our bodies Not so important as the hands or lips But still beautiful in their dance But when they've finished,
Our bodies,
I know I'll still have your hands to hold And lips to kiss