mint condition

MBStudio keyb, Magilla guitars, Trapparappa drum bass voice, Baboo sax, Mirc computer programming. 


How can I keep my balance when I'm looking right at you?
A silhouette of grace against the city's hazy blue
You move with a quiet power, a history untold
A story more precious than a chest of ancient gold


So look at me, look at you
In this moment, something new
A silent language, understood
Feeling warmer than we should
Look at me, look at you

They talk of queens and empires, of legends from the past
But the empire you are building is the only one that lasts
Built not on conquest, but on kindness and on light
You turn an ordinary Tuesday into a sacred night

So look at me, look at you
In this moment, something new
A silent language, understood
Feeling warmer than we should
Look at me, look at you

Look at you... look at me...
How did this ever come to be?
Fading out with the piano and soft saxophone notes.

Make a call - So look at me, look at you

If I Could

She came talkin’ honey,
But it stung like bath tub gin.
Said, “You’re the one, baby,”
With a heart that was halfway in.
She smiled like summer,
But the nights stayed cold.
It’s funny how a promise
Can spoil before it’s old.

Don’t you go mistakin’
Salt for sugar, child.
Sweet words taste good
But fade in a little while.
If she wants to love you,
She won’t need no cue.
When a woman means stayin’,
She’ll show it, and prove it to you.

You set the table for two,
But you’re eatin’ alone.
The light’s still flickerin’,
And the wine’s half gone.
You tell yourself stories,
Like the faithful do.
But you know that if she wanted —
She’d already be next to you.

Don’t you go mistakin’
Salt for sugar, child.
Sweet words taste good
But fade in a little while.
If she wants to love you,
She won’t need no cue.
When a woman means stayin’,
She’ll show it, and prove it to you.

You can pray for a message,
Stare stupid at your phone.
But the truth walks quieter
Than the lies you’ve been told.
Love don’t beg for timing,
It don’t hide in disguise.
It’s simple as the sunrise —
It either shows or it dies.

Don’t you go mistakin’
Salt for sugar, child.
Life’s too short
To beg for something mild.
If she wants to love you,
She’ll make it plain to see.
Real love don’t whisper,
It roars like the sea.

Let Me Be The One

Mint Condition

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