Comb of my Hair
They speak of the music
I play the comb of my hair
The words are dreamers
Forgotten without a care
Hope in the morning
As the day gets long
Playing the comb of my hair
As my only song
Believe me when I tell you
That I imagine too
The world might not be perfect
But there might be two
The stars are blinking
In the open sky
Where the singer before me
Winks with her eye
Listen to me now
I got words you should hear
Whispering love
Through my babies ear
That smile on her face
Was all I needed
Playing the comb of my hair
As I gently wing it
Trunks and Asses
They speak of the music
I play the comb of my hair
The words are dreamers
Forgotten without a care
Hope in the morning
As the day gets long
Playing the comb of my hair
As my only song
Believe me when I tell you
That I imagine too
The world might not be perfect
But there might be two
The stars are blinking
In the open sky
Where the singer before me
Winks with her eye
Listen to me now
I got words you should hear
Whispering love
Through my babies ear
That smile on her face
Was all I needed
Playing the comb of my hair
As I gently wing it
Trunks and Asses
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