Deep Blue Purple Moon


I am listening to Kenny G,
The music is mellow;
I need someone to love me,
Love me tender.

Shining the suite in the room,
I oil the mirror, it doesn't have to show me
Myself as if everything is alright,
If it don't do it well,
I might so well crack it.

There's this girl next door,
She is slim to the tip,
She won't love me tender.

Let me try the lady on the phone,
What a velvet voice,
She won't love me tender.

The lady up the road, slender,
She keeps giving me eye contact,
She won't love me tender.

Slept alone late last night,
I don't want to keep doing this,
Staring at the wall till
The dawn comes.

Only you can love me tender.

Solomon sang, a woman made him,
Tears start running down my eyes,
Only you can love me tender.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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