Mandarins
With lips like Christmas mandarins
I guess that love is a gift you give
That changes
When I taste that golden juice its proof
But I'm not giving into God yet, not like you do
Skin like thick things you think
Peach and porcelain
I guess that love is a gift you give that fazes and un-fazes
Though are minds are trained and wise
Oh, our hearts are fickle and sly
I would never tell another lover what to steal
I could never tell another thief what to preach
With those lips like Christmas mandarins
I'm still busy sucking on them
I guess that love is a gift that you give
With lips like Christmas mandarins
I'm still busy sucking on them
I guess that love is a gift you give
That changes
Writer/s: Roxanne Nesbitt
