Priscilla Ahn - Masters in china

You've ^Falways been bashful, ^Fyou're just that way But your ^Dmeyes are like billboards, they ^Dmgive you away Your ^Fmouth is a trumpet, some^Fbody else plays Long ^Dmafter the notes gone, the ^Dmtone usually stays

And your ^Bbchest a fine pillow, with ^Bblining of feather Your ^Gmhair is a family, with ^Gmstrands stick together ^BbFingers are keys from the ^Bbgrandest piano, ^Gmplayed by a line that the ^BbLord only ^Fknew

A ^Ftongue of an angel, floats in ^Fred wine saliva Your ^Dmteeth ravel porclein, made by ^Dmmasters in China Your ^Fface can't be captured by ^Fpictures or words And your ^Dmvoice is a music that ^DmI've never heard

And your ^Bbskin is a cream, dipped ^Bbout beyond measure Your ^Gmnose is a pink color ^Gmtouched by the weather Your ^Bbfingers are keys from the ^Bbgrandest piano ^GmPlayed by a soul that the ^BbLord only ^Fknew

Oo^Fooh, Oo^E7ooh, Oo^Bbooooo^Coooo^Foooh (4x)