Shane Shu - The way she talks to me

You know how to whistle, don't you Steve?
You just put your lips together and blow

Oh, the way she talks to me
It makes me feel like I’m somebody else
Oh, the way she smiles at me
It makes me feel like I’m under her spell

She can kiss the sun and taste the rain
She’s mother nature’s sugarcane
When I’m a paper, she’s the plane
We just drop every string champagne
Skipping al the big, black stars
We place our hands on boulevards
Yellow lines unpaved our way
Tell them that our sun buckled

Oh, the way she talks to me,
It makes me feel like I’m somebody else
Oh, the way she smiles at me
It makes me feel like I’m under her spell
Oh, the way she touches me
It makes me feel like there’s no one around
Oh, the way she laughs with me
It makes me feel like I’m on her cloud

If I ever close my eyes
Whisper that you love me
And if I ever wonder why
Take me to your holiday
A far away Oh, the way she sleeps with me
Oh, the way she tastes to me

The flame of heaven is locked out
In her drawer I find her guide
She’s the moon that hits my eye
She leaves no scar when it’s goodbye

Close on me like lushes eye
Intensions thrown like arrows eye
Silver shovels healed in traffic
Big balloons, hopping magic, magic!

Oh, the way she talks to me
It makes me feel like I’m somebody else
Oh, the way she smiles at me
I makes me feel like I’m under her spell
The way she sleeps with me
It takes me down to a miss hotel
The way she’s tasting me
It makes me tingle in my mouth

Oh, the way she talks to me
Oh, the way she smiles to me
Oh, the way she touches to me
Oh, the way she laughs at me
Oh, the way she!
Oh, the way she!
Oh, the way she!