The Book of You
You're on every page
Of my imagination
You're on every corner
Of my street of dreams
Your name's underlined
With fluorescent marker
You're my distraction
Dressed in dirty jeans
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
You're in every paragraph
Of my dilemma
You're in every cul-de-sac
Of my mind
You're in every single prim
And proper moment
You're in every pulsating
Bump and grind
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
In the library of my soul
Next to books on rock'n'roll
You're fingered and you're touched
Your dust jacket is munched
Your verbs are so intense
Your asterisks are immense
You're reviews are never hushed
You're a tale of love and lust
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
You're in every sentence
That I'm pouring over
You're in every boulevard
I've ever known
Your mere mention
Is worthy of italics
You're a metaphor
For every sigh and moan
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
In your chapters 1 to 8
You're the food upon my plate
You're nibbled and you're licked
Your bones are even picked
Your synopsis is so bright
You're a whisper in the night
You're written with such feeling
Your semi-colon's squealing
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
Of my imagination
You're on every corner
Of my street of dreams
Your name's underlined
With fluorescent marker
You're my distraction
Dressed in dirty jeans
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
You're in every paragraph
Of my dilemma
You're in every cul-de-sac
Of my mind
You're in every single prim
And proper moment
You're in every pulsating
Bump and grind
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
In the library of my soul
Next to books on rock'n'roll
You're fingered and you're touched
Your dust jacket is munched
Your verbs are so intense
Your asterisks are immense
You're reviews are never hushed
You're a tale of love and lust
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
You're in every sentence
That I'm pouring over
You're in every boulevard
I've ever known
Your mere mention
Is worthy of italics
You're a metaphor
For every sigh and moan
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
In your chapters 1 to 8
You're the food upon my plate
You're nibbled and you're licked
Your bones are even picked
Your synopsis is so bright
You're a whisper in the night
You're written with such feeling
Your semi-colon's squealing
The book of you
I'm thumbing through
Credits
Writer(s): Ollie Hannifan, Lynden Mcalister Williams
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