Smooth Talker
She's such a smooth talker
She could talk the rust right off of a nail
Given a chance at a Saturday dance
She could talk the slow out of a snail
I saw her wake up one morning
And talk the sun into sharing its shine
Then she went into the garden
And talked the melon right out of its rind
We went down to the ocean
Where she talked the blue out of the sea
That's the day I remember
She talked the love straight into me
My girl, she could talk a flower
Into giving its fragrance away
She could also talk the words out
Of a mute man with nothing to say
I took her to the park
She talked the kanga right out of the roo
That's the day she talked me
Into saying I love you
I've even seen my baby
Talk an ant out of its picnic lunch
One day on the side of the highway
A hitchhiker gave her his thumb
Whenever she plays storm chaser
This girl talks the wind out of its breeze
But she's not the only smooth talker
I talked her into marrying me
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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