And while she sings it seems my sway calms your stubborn nature.
Not one to console my back that aches, I continue to stand, walking in circles whilst your eyes sparkle with curiosity.
Her voice is contagious, I sing.
maybe to your dismay, but I sing.
whether it be Love Rain or Is This The Way,
whether it be the low thud grooving to the tempo as I walk,
whether it be the Sunday feeling entrenched along with the sun that simmers for the day.
I relax to the sound of Jill, whilst you sleep with the assistance of your dummy.
I guess we are both content.