Use me as your jacket
let me be the comb through your hair
I want to be your shelter
I want you to be aware
of how many times I will be your lips
your eyes your hands and your feet
I want you to use me as a blanket of love
I want to cover you up like a sheet
My hands will burn your fingertips
your knees your cheeks and your lips
I'll loose myself in the tone of your voice
and get lost in the sway of your hips
The golden hills wont let me forget how many times we made love
I want you to wear me again and again
wear me as your jacket your hat or your glove
