Masters In China

Youve always been bashful, youre just that way
But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away
Your mouth is a [bad word]  somebody else plays
Long after the notes gone, the tone usually stays
And your chests a fine pillow, with lining of feather
Your hair is a family, where strands stick together
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano, 
Played by a mind that the Lord only knows

tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva
Your teeth ravel porclein, made by masters in China
Your face cant be captured by pictures or words
And your voice is a music that I never heard
And your skin is a cream divvied out beyond measure
Your nose is a peak never touched by the weather
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a soul that the Lord only knows

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