Fyge - The Charms

Her lips are sweet, her legs are big Her looks can make you dance the jig Her touch is so soft, her heart is so warm What knocks me out is your hidden charms Her voice is so soft, her love is so true I think about her, that's all I do She's weak and wanton in my arms What moves me, darling, is your hidden charms When I hold you in my arms Brings out all of your hidden charms Her kiss is so pure as the morning dew A real gone love is exciting too Her eyes that talk, they say come on What kills me, baby, is your hidden charms When I hold you in my arms Brings out all of your hidden charms

Sleep, my love Dream on in heart and true In pieces In colors In a cloud of awkward blue Hold my hand Feel the things you tell your man Move through you So easy This knife that cuts me through And you bring me your charms In the cool of your soft little hands In the heat of your legs and arms You bring me your charms In my eyes In the circle of my eyes With my baby My lover That is warm and heart and true When you bring me your charms In the cover of all evening sheets In the twist of all things and arms You bring me your charms In my eyes In the circle of my eyes With my baby My lover That is warm and heart and true When you bring me your charms In the cover of all evening sheets In the twist of all things and arms You bring me your charms Oh, you bring me your charms You bring me your charms Oh, you bring me your charms Oh, you bring me your charms You bring me your charms You bring me your charms Bring me your charms Bring me your charms Bring me your charms Bring me your charms