Richard Blum songs
Ken Damkier
words and vocal
rittmo'
Intangibles
the way she holds her drink
a subtle bend of her wrist
pusher her hair to the side
her neck the slant of a kiss
the way she makes up your mind
before you have a chance to decide
Intangibles
before you know what you're seeing
images etched into your being
intangibles
set up for the kill, she's highly persuasive
your pleasure zones so easily invaded
intangibles
thoughts of love, on the tip of your tongue
intangibles
three little words, and you become undone
a certain tingle to her laugh,
the way she arches her back
her all knowing wry smile
of single mind, fade to black
the way she plays unfairly
leaving you aloft, about, beguiled
common sense, common ground, things in common
none to be found, yet there's something blossoming
perhaps you will fall
perhaps you will find no love at all
but you'd be a fool,
not to pay attention
when intangibles call
rittmo
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