Arianne
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โฑ๏ธ 3:31 duration
๐ ID: 28611445
๐ Lyrics
Arianne's an April morning
That comes rippling through my window
She's the smell of coffee brewing
On a quiet rainy Sunday
And the purring of a kitten
That has made my neck a pillow for its head
Arianne's the silly music
That my father used to whistle
She's the new leaf on the fern
That I had given up last winter
And what writers have to feel like
When they suddenly discover they've been read
Arianne is mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest of birthdays
Then the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday with a tan
Arianne is made of feeling
So I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing
And I taste her where she loves me
And I'm filled, overflowing
But there's always room for more of Arianne
Arianne is Mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest of birthdays
And the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday with a tan
Arianne is made of feeling
So I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing
And I taste her where she loves me
And I'm filled, overflowing
But there's always room for more of Arianne
That comes rippling through my window
She's the smell of coffee brewing
On a quiet rainy Sunday
And the purring of a kitten
That has made my neck a pillow for its head
Arianne's the silly music
That my father used to whistle
She's the new leaf on the fern
That I had given up last winter
And what writers have to feel like
When they suddenly discover they've been read
Arianne is mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest of birthdays
Then the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday with a tan
Arianne is made of feeling
So I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing
And I taste her where she loves me
And I'm filled, overflowing
But there's always room for more of Arianne
Arianne is Mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest of birthdays
And the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday with a tan
Arianne is made of feeling
So I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing
And I taste her where she loves me
And I'm filled, overflowing
But there's always room for more of Arianne
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.75] Arianne's an April morning
[00:16.15] That comes rippling through my window
[00:19.25] She's the smell of coffee brewing
[00:22.88] On a quiet rainy Sunday
[00:25.92] And the purring of a kitten
[00:29.22] That has made my neck a pillow for its head
[00:38.23] Arianne's the silly music
[00:42.18] That my father used to whistle
[00:45.53] She's the new leaf on the fern
[00:48.60] That I had given up last winter
[00:51.82] And what writers have to feel like
[00:55.63] When they suddenly discover they've been read
[01:03.88] Arianne is mama's crystal
[01:06.57] Bread that's nearly finished baking
[01:10.35] And the rainbow in a puddle
[01:14.29] And the happiest of birthdays
[01:17.73] Then the going off on Friday
[01:20.07] And the coming back on Monday with a tan
[01:29.96] Arianne is made of feeling
[01:32.95] So I milk her of her kisses
[01:36.43] And I swallow up her breathing
[01:39.55] And I taste her where she loves me
[01:43.44] And I'm filled, overflowing
[01:53.00] But there's always room for more of Arianne
[02:13.26] Arianne is Mama's crystal
[02:15.77] Bread that's nearly finished baking
[02:19.61] And the rainbow in a puddle
[02:23.08] And the happiest of birthdays
[02:26.45] And the going off on Friday
[02:29.31] And the coming back on Monday with a tan
[02:38.73] Arianne is made of feeling
[02:41.92] So I milk her of her kisses
[02:45.27] And I swallow up her breathing
[02:48.19] And I taste her where she loves me
[02:52.59] And I'm filled, overflowing
[02:54.99] But there's always room for more of Arianne
[03:14.62]
[00:16.15] That comes rippling through my window
[00:19.25] She's the smell of coffee brewing
[00:22.88] On a quiet rainy Sunday
[00:25.92] And the purring of a kitten
[00:29.22] That has made my neck a pillow for its head
[00:38.23] Arianne's the silly music
[00:42.18] That my father used to whistle
[00:45.53] She's the new leaf on the fern
[00:48.60] That I had given up last winter
[00:51.82] And what writers have to feel like
[00:55.63] When they suddenly discover they've been read
[01:03.88] Arianne is mama's crystal
[01:06.57] Bread that's nearly finished baking
[01:10.35] And the rainbow in a puddle
[01:14.29] And the happiest of birthdays
[01:17.73] Then the going off on Friday
[01:20.07] And the coming back on Monday with a tan
[01:29.96] Arianne is made of feeling
[01:32.95] So I milk her of her kisses
[01:36.43] And I swallow up her breathing
[01:39.55] And I taste her where she loves me
[01:43.44] And I'm filled, overflowing
[01:53.00] But there's always room for more of Arianne
[02:13.26] Arianne is Mama's crystal
[02:15.77] Bread that's nearly finished baking
[02:19.61] And the rainbow in a puddle
[02:23.08] And the happiest of birthdays
[02:26.45] And the going off on Friday
[02:29.31] And the coming back on Monday with a tan
[02:38.73] Arianne is made of feeling
[02:41.92] So I milk her of her kisses
[02:45.27] And I swallow up her breathing
[02:48.19] And I taste her where she loves me
[02:52.59] And I'm filled, overflowing
[02:54.99] But there's always room for more of Arianne
[03:14.62]