INSTRUMENT OF LOVE.

[Borat]

INSTRUMENT OF LOVE


She was his first, she was his last, and he loves music.

He met rhythm, read her lips like music notes,
Their eyes tied to each others tongues,
Danced the tango while shallow talk was sung.

She said she was big into music and knew how to use it.
Had his heart strung out played it like an acoustic.

If a man falls, for love in a chorus does he
Make a sound? Inside he'll scream it loud,
But never let a peep out.

That is until about three songs in,
When he decided to un-zip his skin,
Un-buckle his rib-cage and let her settle in.

He'll sell you his heart if the tempo's right.
I've seen it before; he walk's up and down the street
Selling love… the cost, ten minutes of your time.

So lady, Pull up a lap and settle in.
Cause this ten minutes, could last a lifetime.
That is if he's doing it right.

If he can wear music,
The way the moon wears the night,
The way some songs, deliver chills to our hearts.
Then he is doing it right.

And if you can hold your breath for the time
It takes to find a man that wears the same
Mood as his instrument.

Then you can finally understand when I
Pipe up and sing!
“She was my first, she is my last, and I… Thank God. I love music.â€

[Glamtrash]

Good use of vocabulary and metaphors. Not your best work but good all the same.