Masters In China

capo on 1st fret E you’ve always been bashful , you’re just that way cis but your eyes are like billboards , they give you away E your mouth is a trumpet , somebody else plays cis long after the notes gone , the tone usually stays A and your chest a fine pillow , with lining of feather B your hair is a family , with strands stick together A fingers are keys from the grandest piano , B played by a line that the lord only knew E a tongue of an angel , floats in red wine saliva cis your teeth ravel porcelain , made by masters in china E your face can’t be captured by pictures or words cis and your voice is a music that i’ve never heard A and your skin is a cream , dipped out beyond measure B your nose is a pink color touched by the weather A your fingers are keys from the grandest piano B played by a soul that the lord only knew E cis A B E ooh . . .