The flowers bow their heads The sun she blushes And she turns red Leaves are begging trees to be shed To fall beside you Words are shamed to be said And lips are craving to be fed Butter's not good enough for bread When you come through
I smelled your breath and it was Sweet as berries and cream It went to my head like Good bubbly on new year's eve Your love I be could turn apples from Green to red if you pleased Come on and turn All your magic out on me
Fish blink their eyes Cocoons can't contain butterflies They break out early For the chance to glide Glide beside you The writer in me comes alive The musician in me is inspired To try and make the music cry The way you make me do
I smelled your breath and it was Sweet as berries and cream It went to my head like Good bubbly on new year's eve Your love I be could turn apples from Green to red if you pleased Come on and turn All your magic out on me
And you take me higher Because I'm on fire Baby I'm no liar Cuz you take me higher
