Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Van Skiver
Songwriter
Dwayne Jenquin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Van Skiver
Producer
Dwayne Jenquin
Producer
James Zametz
Producer
Clint Stephens
Producer
Lyrics
Feel the shape now
Story on her lips
No real mistakes
Wow
Shadow on the bricks
Hear the shape now
Echos in the mix
See the shape now
Mona Lisa's tits
Felt what she gives
I
Touch
The fire deep inside
Sees right through me
I
Feel
She's reading my mind
Says what she means
I
Watch
The tears she can't cry
Speaks right to me
I
Think
She's blowing my mind
Feels what she wants
I
Hear
Passion so refined
Touched how she wants
I
Read
Up and down her spine
Thinks what she wants
I
Know
She feels so inclined
Feels what's unseen
I
Taste
The girl in her prime
Feel the shape now
Story on her lips
No real mistakes
Wow
Shadow on the bricks
Hear the shape now
Echos in the mix
See the shape now
Mona Lisa's tits
She's blended with division
See transitions in her wisdom
Perfection in position
All her senses so intensive
Seamless Strokes suspended
In the lies she hasn't mentioned
Contemplating thoughts
All attention to dimension
Completed with intentions
But said she's unfinished
Most admire
Some invent
Stoke the fire
Her accent
Her Desire
One event
Amplifier
Sings the choir
Thoughts get cleansed
Near her skin
Soak it in
Stroked till end
Broke then bend
Provoke the trend
To offend
Evoke the wind
Soak then blend
Feel the shape now
Story on her lips
No real mistakes
Wow
Shadow on the bricks
Hear the shape now
Echos in the mix
See the shape now
Mona Lisa's tits
Felt what she gives
I
Touch
The fire deep inside
Sees right through me
I
Feel
She's reading my mind
Says what she means
I
Watch
The tears she can't cry
Speaks right to me
I
Think
She's blowing my mind
Feels what she wants
I
Hear
Passion so refined
Touched how she wants
I
Read
Up and down her spine
Thinks what she wants
I
Know
She feels so inclined
Feels what's unseen
I
Taste
The girl in her prime
Feel the shape now
Story on her lips
No real mistakes
Wow
Shadow on the bricks
Hear the shape now
Echos in the mix
See the shape now
Mona Lisa's tits
Magenta in the center
Saturated when I enter
Thick brush up in the mixture
Pictured in a golden fixture
Pretending she's 100%
Conundrum of five penumbras
Yonder blue and 12 colors
Never fonder
Felt like lovers
Perfect circles are hard
She's perked and pink
Then drawn and inked
Twicer than nice
Graced by shade
Cherry rose ice
Very sage
Looks fairly beige
Piece defined
By metric space
Tinted misprint
Strange folds
What's to hold
Perfection
Centerfold
Emotion
Shadows make tones
It's so bizarre
Writer(s): Ray Evans, Jay Livingston, Cyro Mendes De Aguiar
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