A melodic pop song about (what else) a woman who has become the favourite 'place' of the singer...

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I like the notion of a person being a "place" of comfort for somebody else... the twist here is that despite this woman being far from a source of comfort for the narrator, he can't help but return to her for she is his favourite place to be...

This is just classic
Sitting here all alone in my fortress den
Singing "Happy Birthday" to a wayward friend

Once upon a time I loved these walls
But now some aching voice inside me calls
The echoes I try to trace

She's my favourite place...

Certain expressions
Will always remind me of her evergrowing beauty
Suggest my detest at her senseless sort of duty

But in my trademark ignorance
For her heart I still persist
Despite all the rejection I must face

She's my favourite place...

She's my favourite place...

I have made love to her in so many indescribable ways
That would have brought other girls down to their knees
Begging me "please"

Instead I'm left aghast and bewildered
And my heart remains abused with it's hidden treasures pilfered
She's a thief who takes yet never pays

Caught in her own lie
She's trapped by my weightless hands
That have cause to crush her but would rather stroke her auburn strands

I see her beauty mark to the side of her left ear
Everytime I close my eyes and picture she is near
Like the sun she emits her forceful rays

She's my favourite place...

She's my favourite place...

It's a dream I've never dreamt
Which stokes the blaze inside
I could never dare to touch her, hold her as she cried

Tears of confusion were never on my mind
But should they flow I'd turn her water into wine
Her chestnut eyes burn within me all my days

She's my favourite place...

I have made love to her in so many indescribable ways

She's my favourite place...