Tip of My Tongue

You're a red string tied to my finger

A little love letter I carry with me

You're sun light, smoke rings and cigarettes

Old lines and kisses from silver screens

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you have done

You're my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue

You own me with whispers like poetry

Your mouth is a melody that I've memorized

So sweet, I hear it echo

Everywhere I go day and night

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you have done

You're my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue

The tip of my tongue

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you have done

You're my favorite song

Always on

Oh dear, never saw you coming

Oh my, look what you have done

You're my favorite song

Always on the tip of my tongue