You're just like a beat of drum that I could never forget the rhythm too.
You hold your silence for some time, and pick up on the right chord every time.
It never fails you'll come back around for some rhythm and blues.
So here we are again,
are you going to play the same song or pick a new rhythm to beat too?
You are a creature of habit,
so solemn and dull you'll pick the same tune.
You say your words with so much meaning,
but do you really say what you mean?
Do you feel these things?
Do you hear the music when you open your mouth,
because I do.
But do you see me listening, do you notice me?
Sometimes I feel these words are not for me, is seems to be a pillowtalk lullaby.
Sweet sayings to make me want you more than ever.
Why do you do this to me,
why do I keep listening to your scam?
To be played and played again.
You are a perfect image of a well put together melody.
So steady, always on beat.
You could do this forever, and I'd still sing along and dance to the rhythm of your drum.
You shower me in blues and I can't look away,
for you are a sight I never want to take my eyes off of.
These words come from my heart, but you haven't seemed to make your heart meet mine.
Just rhythm & blues.