[Verse One]

Her voice is the theme music to my dream sequences/

pounding my heartbeat between frequencies/

Leaking these thoughts to my half-full glass, so/

maybe I won’t come off as such an asshole/

Her body speaks like an aria the way she moves/

but sets the tempo too slow for my impatient tune/

kind like she shouldn’t have the limelight/

if my eyes were spotlights, I’d just stand behind like…wow/

…and her lips are the melody/

hoping I can harmonize and rock the beat steadily/

Maybe it’s not cliche to say heavenly/

I say that it’s healthy we have dissonance or jealousy/

She took a sample of my soul, no felony/

I just hope she mentions me at her next press release/

And I’ll hit the right spot to make her pause/

then press play, just to hear the “ooh“‘s and the “ah“‘s//

[Chorus]

Baby you’re a star/

You don’t have to tell them who you are/

and I’m not even worried, you’re too far/

But I would still reach out and let your voice cut right through me/

so it seams//

[Verse Two]

At Times, I can barely speak around you/

my notes turn accidental, suppose I lack the mental/

capacity, or your tune’s so mellow, I just lack the reason/
you make me instrumental/

my acapella’s speechless/

We met inside a composer’s mind, I swear my composure’s fine/

You closed your eyes and I made you mine/

and it was spine tingling, like a ringtone/

calling up my soul, only put on hold when I hold you, it’s so true/

I told you in the booth that I’d be superman, if it ever falls through/

I’ll take a little time off just to pay dues/

this can be our new song, we can have a new life/

something like a concept album, for you, right?/

nothing like the nonsense outcome of new strife/

But I’ll just hum your body’s tune for tonight/

…….if it’s alright//

[Verse Three]

You are the FINEST sonata that I’ve ever heard…/

you leave my hanging on every word/

Every syllable is tinged by the soul of a tortured artist/

yet your voice is so reassured/

your lyrics bring hope to me, that is NOT easy/

and it’s all fun and games until your duet needs me/

……I need a second to breathe/

I need to signal intermission for a second to leave/

I’ve got a trick up my sleeve, to not crack before the show’s done/

I don’t love you like a love song, but like the only one/

I want still playing after my credit roll has run…just to cue the bonus scene/

which is the music video, featuring you and me/

In a consequent embrace that’s so serene/

the audience gives a standing “Oh!”/ (standing Ovation)

and burns the screen/

…to see us going up in smoke, you know what I mean?//

….and scream until the sheet music tears or sew it seems// (So it Seems)