Priscilla Ahn - Masters in china

You've ^Ealways been bashful, you're just that way cis But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away Your ^Emouth is a trumpet, somebody else plays cis Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays

And your ^Achest a fine pillow, with lining of feather Your ^Bhair is a family, with strands stick together ^AFingers are keys from the grandest piano, ^Bplayed by a line that the Lord only knew

A ^Etongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva cis Your teeth ravel porcelain, made by masters in China Your ^Eface can't be captured by pictures or words cis And your voice is a music that I've never heard

And your ^Askin is a cream, dipped out beyond measure Your ^Bnose is a pink color touched by the weather Your ^Afingers are keys from the grandest piano ^BPlayed by a soul that the Lord only knew