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Lyrics by: David Bellamy
# Debut Chart
4 May '83 Country


Forget about her eyes That dance around Like diamonds in the night Forget about her hair That cascades like a fountain In the moonlight

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And don't think of her sweet lips That leave me just as drunk As any wine Though her body is immortal I love her mind She always thinks of new ways To take from the heat into the fire Oh, it's Heaven when your lover knows All your desire And when I'm lying there beside her In the afterglow of love, I feel so fine And if I have to name my favorite place I love her mind Just when I think I've figured her out She comes up with a new game Something she made up In that pretty head And when I can no longer hold out And I melt in there in her flame She takes my hand and leads to That feather bed, oh, that bed Poets always dwell on All the things that can be seen From her nose to her toes And everything between I'll admit that I'm a slave to her beauty Let me say it two more times The way she uses it to love me I love her mind Because she uses it to love me I love her mind


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