Here's a second rewritten version:

(Waltz Time)

Verse 1
She tells me how good that it tastes when my lips are on hers
Says paradise holding hands with somebody who cares
Says it feels right laying in my arms late at night
She knows I’m the first one she ‘ll see at the break of daylight
Lift
And when dawn draws the curtains
And light bathes my face
I keep my eyes closed try to keep it alive
But my dream disappears
Leaves pain in its place

They weren’t my lips, my hands, or my arms

Chorus
They weren’t my lips my hands or my arms
They belong to another he's keeping her warm
Every night this dream does a little more harm

Cause they’re not my lips, my hands or my arms

Verse 2
Drinking two cups of Coffee in the morning, helps keeps me alive
Drinking two shots of Whiskey in the evening helps me sleep through the night
Throughout the endless daytime, I drag my sad sinking soul
Keep all of my feelings in prison, I'm a man in control

But At night ‘fore I sleep I pray my sad drunken prayer
Hope by the morning she’ll be lying right there
But the dawn comes a gain and brings more despair

Cause they weren't my lips, my hand, or my arms

Chorus

[This message has been edited by Paul T Wentworth (edited 07-21-2005).]

[This message has been edited by Paul T Wentworth (edited 07-21-2005).]

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