masters in china

you've always been bashful

you're just that way

but your eyes are like billboards

they give you away

your mouth is a trumpet

somebody else plays

long after the notes gone

the tone usually stays

and your chest a fine pillow

with lining of feather

your hair is a family

with strands stick together

fingers are keys from the grandest piano

played by a line that the lord only knew

a tongue of an angel

floats in red wine saliva

your teeth ravel porclein

made by masters in china

your face can't be captured by pictures or words

and your voice is a music that i've never heard

and your skin is a cream

dipped out beyond measure

your nose is a pink color touched by the weather

your fingers are keys from the grandest piano

played by a soul that the lord only knows

ooh.