Pluck my strings like a guitar

And send me soaring to cloud nine

With your fleeting fingers

Sweep me off to heaven baby

When the morning shows itself

Behind my lids.

Cause me to make those oohs and

Aahs beneath the covers;

Make me melt like wax.

You leave me pouring like lemonade in summer pitchers

Like ice in the April sun.

Two makes sweet music baby

Ever better than just one.