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She's My Favourite Place
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A melodic pop song about (what else) a woman who has become the favourite 'place' of the singer...
songwriter cool romantic hopeless unpublished
Rhythm Guitarist/Songwriter <br />(Original Songs, Acoustic, Lazy, Unaccomplished, Off-key vocals)
Not a band... just a songwriter looking to catalog some of the many songs I've written over the years (or forced to by some faceless muse)... If anybody enjoys the words and music (note: I can't sing!) and lets me know so, then all the better... but it's mostly just for me and posterity... (Although I wouldn't mind having these puppies published...).
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #240
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Lorenzo D. Policelli
Rights
Lorenzo D. Policelli, 2007
Uploaded
April 04, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:38
Story behind the song
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...
Lyrics
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...
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