THE SINGER

Voice shining in dark club

Mellow and fashionable and eyes a sparkle

Pretty face eagre and heart pouring

The blues are walking allongside of you

The pianist his haircut and back to the crowd

Fingers playing harmonies

That deepen the thrill of the voice drawn out long

That ripen the harvest that feels so strong

But you are the starlight

Thats shining on me

And the tilt of your chin

Brings a tear to my eye

The anguish you cherish

Is dirty and sore

And I hope there will allways be singers like you

To damage my heart with songs just as blue

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