Lyrics of G-d the weaver

She's beautiful in face and form way above the norm and in this cold world her words tumble out warm. i don't want to die but in her eyes drown i need her like make up needs the clown.

Her loveliness invades me flower atracks the bee she's a temple and i am her devotee don't want to be alone want to be with her o that i was the covers of her sidur.

I feel hot and a lovely fever knowing she's how a believer that we are two strands and g-d is the weaver. her beauty it is given given from above i am captivated by her love.