Paroles de Arianne

Aaron Neville

pochette album Arianne
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Arianne is april morning, that comes rippling through my window.
She's the smell of coffee brewing, on a quiet, rainy sunday.
She's the purring of a kitten,
That has made my neck a pillow for his head.
Arianne is silly music that my father used to whistle.
She's the new leaf on a fire
That i had given up last winter
And what writers have to feel like when they suddenly discover they've been read.
Arianne is momma's crystal bread that's nearly finished baking
She's a rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest birthday
She's a'goin out on friday and a'comin back on monday with a tan.
Arianne is made of feelings so i milk her of her kisses
And i swallow up her breathing and i taste her where she love me
And i'm filled to overflowing but there's always room for more arianne

Arianne is momma's crystal bread that's nearly finished baking
She's a rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest birthday
She's a goin out on friday and a comin back on monday with a tan.

Arianne is made of feelings so i milk her of her kisses
And i swallow up her breathing and i taste her where she love me
And i'm filled to overflowing
But there's always room for more arianne

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