The Brush

By Mike Williams   I’d like to be the brushThat painted that dress on youIt must have been a rush, to be in such intimate touchWith that shade of blueAnd the best part is where the color ain’tLooks like the artist hardly got started before he ran out of paintI’d like to be the brushThat painted that dress on you… I’d like to be the breezeWhisperin’ through your hairOh it would be so pleasin’ to be revelin’ in the feelin’Of touching you everywhereI’d blow in your ear, I’d tickle your kneesI’d whistle over and under until you sayPlease, please, pleaseI’d like to be the breezeWhispering through your hair… BRIDGEAnything I can do, just to be close to youAnything I can say, if you’ll just let me stayI won’t get in your way, it’ll brighten my dayIn a big way – hey, hey, hey… I’d like to be the catCurled up by your headIt would be purrrrr-fect to lie in the sunshineOn the corner of your bedAnd all that other stuff I said about breezes and brushWe’ll take our time, mama, you know there ain’t n