Masters In China - Priscilla Ahn (普莉西拉·安)
You've always been bashful you're just that way
But your eyes are like billboards they give you away
Your mouth is a trumpet somebody else plays
Long after the notes gone the tone usually stays
And your chest a fine pillow with lining of feather
Your hair is a family with strands stick together
Fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a line that the Lord only knew
A tongue of an angel floats in red wine saliva
Your teeth ravel porclein made by masters in China
Your face can't be captured by pictures or words
And your voice is a music that I've never heard
And your skin is a cream dipped out beyond measure
Your nose is a pink color touched by the weather
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a soul that the Lord only knows
