Bobby Darin Follow

Married in the darkness on the evening of the morning we first met
Laughin', jokin', lovin', smokin'
Honey, I can't taste you yet
Traffic makin' music while the limbs of longing gently intertwine
These are pastel pieces of the pretty pictures painted on the watercolor canvas of my mind
Sleeping in the hallway while we waited for the Super to arrive
Frying pan for coffee
'Cause the only pot we had would not oblige
Laughing at the laundry that was burning while inside the oven drying
These are pastel pieces of the pretty pictures painted on the watercolor canvas of my mind
An afternoon in Big Sur on the way from San Francisco to L.A.
A brief and fleeting vision of the hallowed halls of heaven--what a day
The conversation dancing to the music of the ocean keeping time
These are pastel pieces of the pretty pictures painted on the watercolor canvas of my mind
Laying low in London living like the Lord of Chester Square
Off the wall withdrawl
With a modern Boticelli lady faire
A Susie's column reject 'cause we ate while all the others dined
These are pastel pieces of the pretty pictures painted on the watercolor canvas of my mind
These are pastel pieces of the pretty pictures painted on the watercolor canvas of my mind
These are pastel pieces of the pretty pictures painted on the watercolor canvas of my mind
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