You walked right in
With a smile in hand
The years being good to you
Easy to understand
Talked about the past
Talked about the day-to-day
Laughed out loud
Talked the night away

What part of my smile don't you understand?
When I touch my hair and wave my hand
At the end of that strand, on the top of my mind
Without exception, dear
You're that near
It's you every time

I feel the heat
Cooking dinner with you
It feels like kissing you
Cuz it's so easy to do
I want you on my plate
We won't need that serving spoon
You taste so good
I'm coming after you

What part of my smile don't you understand?
When I see you turn and touch your hand
At the end of that hand, so easily mine
Without exception, dear
You're that near
It's you every time

My pillow's sweet
With dreams of you
Your voice still fills my head
Honey, it comes on through
It's the way you say
An ordinary "How are you?"
Night or day
Yeah, I'm talking to you

What part of my smile don't you understand?
When I rest my head and hold out my hand
Like the wind in my ear at the end of a sigh
Without exception, dear
You're that near
It's you every time
You're that near
It's you every time

© Copyright 2001, 2025 Annamarie Borich and Peter Lloyd

Every Time

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.