I don't want to wake you
But I'd like to tell you that I love you
That the candlelight fell like a crescent upon your feather pillow.
For there's more ways than one
And the ways of the world are a blessing
For when Pinky's dreamin'
She owes the world nothing
And her silence keeps us guessing.
Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of July
Quilted and timeless
Seldom denied
The trial and the error of my masterplan
Now she rolls like the dice
In a poor gambler's hands.
You don't want to tell me
But somehow you've guessed that I know
Oh, when dawn came this morning
You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul.
For there's toast and honey
And there's breakfast in bed on a tray
Oh, it's ten below zero
And we're about to abandon our plans for the day.
Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of July
Quilted and timeless
Seldom denied
The trial and the error of my masterplan
Now she rolls like the dice
In a poor gambler's hands.
